Daisy Chains

Moving from Ireland to America is hard going for Clover, but she never expected the adventure - or danger - it would bring.
After meeting a mysterious boy and making friends with a gang of people at her new school, will Clover finally begin to settle into life as an American girl, or will she regret ever leaving to start a new life?


1. Good News?

"Clover! Come downstairs please!"

My mums voice rang upstairs and I groaned, annoyed. I'd been in the middle of messaging my best friend Liz, and she had to disturb me right as she was about to tell me which lad she liked. Tut tut, bad parenting. 

I hurried down the stairs and slumped onto one of the blue leather sofas in the livingroom.

"You know I've been with Gary for a while now, don't you?" she smiled, happy that I'd taken valuable messaging time to communicate with her.

Mum had been messaging a guy she'd met in Ireland 15 years ago, for a few weeks. That didn't count as a relationship, did it? I didn't think so. He might've changed since then, his personality might be completely different to how he was before. But mum didn't think so, once she finally had her mind set on something, there was no way on God's green earth that anybody was changing her mind. She was far more stubborn than me.

"Yes, so what?" I didn't mean to come off as a sarcastic little bitch, but I couldn't help myself. I'd blame my hormones I suppose.

"Stop with the attitude. Last night, I video-called him and we had a chat over webcam. It was great, and then he asked me to marry him!"

She grinned, a rosy (almost pregnant-like) glow surrounding her. My internal organs nearly dropped out my ass. I was used to my dad being with another girl, having kids and stuff like that. But it was always just mum and me. Never any guy. Especially not marriage!

I could hardly speak, my voice box was packing up and relocating. Leaving me with absolutely no words to say.

Mum stared at me expectantly. I didn't want to reply. Part of me hated her for not telling me sooner, but part of me felt slightly happy for her. She could finally have a person to fill the empty void she'd had ever since she divorced dad. I practically cut myself in half with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I'd love to go to America and make new friends and start fresh. School in Ireland was pretty shit.

On the other hand, I hated her because it seemed like she was trying to replace dad. Plus, if she constantly was around her husband, she'd never have any time for me. I'd be ignored completely.

I swept all emotions aside, smiled a watery smile and fled up to my bedroom, slamming my door shut. She didn't come up after me, she never did. She just stayed downstairs and watched telly.

I lay on my bed for a few minutes before turning to my laptop and messaging Liz.

IrishClover3: My house, now! Emergency! Code RED! :(

FizzyLizzy: On my way. :)

I sighed and rubbed my face, rolling over and getting off my bed. My room was fairly small, with pastel green walls and a dark green carpet. I smiled at the picture of me and Liz on my bedside table. She had her arm slung round my shoulders and we were both wearing luminous sunglasses. Mine were green, hers were pink. Our favourite colours. I think if I was to move to America, I'd definitely take the picture with me. I sighed, my head thrumming with pain and fell onto my bed. Maybe when I woke up from my nap I'd realize everything was a dream. A very weird dream.


A knock on the door woke me and I checked my phone for the time. I'd only fallen asleep five minutes ago. I ran down the stairs and flung the door open, stepping aside to let Liz in. She grinned, her strawberry-blonde hair windswept and her cheeks flushed.

"Well now, what's the emergency?" She grinned and we both jogged up the stairs. Mum knew if I didn't come into the living room after answering the door that Liz was here. We never talked much, mum and I. I'd never tell her how I was feeling or how my day was. And whenever I did it was either a lie, or just generally vague and non-descript.

When we got to my room we both crashed onto the bed and I noticed she was clutching a bunch of plastic bags.

"I went shopping down in the local market for my dad, but ended up buying for myself instead."

She put the bags between us and smiled at me.

"You can go through what I bought while you tell me what's been going on."

I could never put anything past Liz.

"Well, I went down just after messaging you cos' mum wanted me. When I came back up, I'd been told that she was getting married! Fancy that. . . ooh! Sherbert!" I pulled out a bunch of plastic tubes full of sherbert. I loved them, but mum stopped buying them for me when I turned 10.

"Six years without these." I said, tipping back the tube and eating the sherbert.

 Liz smiled, composing her once shocked face.

"Who is he then?"

"This bloke she met ages ago. He came over to Ireland for a holiday and now they're getting married. Totally stupid, but there you go."

"Where did he come down from?"


"So. . . you're moving?"

I nearly choked on my sherbert. I never really considered having to move away from Liz. Damn. It struck me, the realization that I might not see her again.

"Yeah, I reckon we are." My voice was small, and I felt helpless. I could move in with my dad, but I don't think I'd like waking up every morning feeling like an argument was about to start. I never liked arguing with dad, but it seemed like a regular occurrence these days.

"Well, we'll just stop thinking about it for now. Too much thinking is bad for the brain!"

I could always count on Liz to brighten up a situation, no matter how depressing it became. It's nice to have a best friend with a quality like that.


We meandered out into the back garden and lay on the grass beside each other, the sun shining down and bouncing off the blades like they were made of crystal. The birds chirped in the trees and the sky was a soft blue, smudges of wispy white clouds ruining the perfect surface. Daisies grew in my back garden like moths to a bright light in the summer, and right then lying in the grass, daisies surrounded us. I picked one up and bit into the stem with my thumb nail, making a hole. I plucked another daisy, stroking one of its soft tiny white petals, and threaded the stem through the hole in the other one. I continued to do the same thing before eventually making a small daisy-chain bracelet. 

I rolled over to face Liz, noticing the identical bracelet she'd made. We grinned simultaneously at our daisy chains.

Maybe I wouldn't have to leave Liz. Maybe I'd stay at the same shitty school. Maybe I'd stay in my garden and make thousands of daisy chains. Maybe I'd watch birds pierce the sky in my home in Ireland.

Maybe, just maybe, life could stay the same.



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