This chapter is Rated PG 13. A couple very minor swear words and talks of alcohol use among minors
Credits: Addenbrooke by Shangrii at The Sims 3 forums
“Giselle, we’re almost there. Wake up.” My mother said from the front seat covering her mouth with a yawn. I opened my tired eyes, my cheek pressed against the glass in the back seat of the moving van. We had hit the road early that morning after sleeping in a hotel for the night, and I guess the gentle hum of the tires on the road lulled me asleep.
“Ok.” I managed to say, my mouth was dry, my tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I was still angry at my parents for the move, but despite my feelings, I found myself looking out the window anyways. My eyes widened as we reached the top of the hill revealing the city below, a beautiful rainbow stretched from one end of the city to the other. It was beautiful.
“Pretty huh?” My mother asked twisting around in the front seat to look at me.
“Whatever.” I yawned. “Seen one rainbow you’ve seen them all.” I commented. I wouldn’t admit to my mother the rainbow was beautiful, because that would imply that I liked the view, and that would mean I was OK with moving. I wasn’t.
I stared listlessly out the window as my parents kept up a steady stream of chatter from the front seat, thankfully not including me in the conversation.
“Wait until you see the house Isabella. Its beautiful, and more spacious than our old house. I’m so thankful we were able to sell the house so quickly. The remodeling we did really paid off Honey.” My father said. “And its in such a great location, so close to the city. I’m very excited about staring my new job.”
“That’s great honey.” My mother said, always so supporting of whatever my dad wanted to do.
The van turned and I got a better and closer look at the City. Morreaux was a small town, and I had grown up their my entire life. I had to admit to myself, city life always seemed interesting to me, not that I would ever admit that to anyone.
“We’re getting close.” My dad said as he turned down a quaint residential street. I pretended to yawn and leaned my head against the window even as my eyes strained to catch the first glimpse of my new house.
At the end of the street set back further from the rest of the houses was a spacious 3 story white home.
“Do you like it?” My dad asked as we hopped out of the moving truck. I stumbled when I stepped out of the van. My legs felt like limp spaghetti noodles from our long drive, and my butt was cramping from sitting so long in one position, the rented van’s seats were anything but comfortable.
“It’s alright.” I said even though I had to admit from the outside it looked much nicer than our old house back in Morreaux. Even though it had been an old house, I loved it, and I missed it.
I stared up at my new house, wondering which bedroom was mine. I didn’t care, as long as I had my own bathroom.
As my parents walked into the house talking excitedly, I walked down a small path that led off from the side of the house that overlooked a small private beach that looked like it was part of our property.
Despite of myself I was excited. I could imagine myself sitting on one of the logs down by the fire pit and writing in my diary, or writing one of my short stories. I had always wanted to be an author, and that little beach looked like the perfect spot to write! I could easily see myself writing on the dock, a pen and paper in my hand, while I watched the sun set. I smiled.
I had to admit the house was in a perfect location. My dad did good. Not only was it on the water, but you could also see the bustling city from the beach, I could only imagine what the city lights looked like at night when they twinkled over the river.
I felt something hit my arm. I looked up and saw dark clouds swirling overhead. It was starting to rain. Taking one last look around my new surroundings, I turned around and hurried inside before the slight drizzle could turn into a downpour.
“I know its empty right now, but imagine all new furniture and maybe a fresh coat of pain on these walls.” My dad said turning to me as I walked into the house. His expression was hopeful. I suddenly felt bad for my dad, he had been trying so hard to stay upbeat through the whole moving process. I was such a brat…
“It’s nice dad..” I said honestly, even though I felt like I was cheating on my old house with a newer and bigger house. This new house was my dirty mistress.
“I know moving has been rough Giselle, and believe me, your mother and I would have never pulled you out of school if we both didn’t think that this move was going to be a positive one for us all.” My father began his blue eyes looked excited.
“Well I have a surprise for you, upstairs. I know back in Morreaux your bedroom was the smallest in the house, and you didn’t even have your own bathroom.” He smiled at me.
“I have my own bathroom?” I cut in, suddenly all smiles and excited.
“You have your own floor. The entire third floor is yours. Grandma Breelynn left you a present up there as well.”
I gave my dad a quick hug, letting out an excited squeal as I jumped up and down. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou…” I babbled and hurried up the stairs.
It was beautiful, and spacious, I couldn’t believe the entire third floor was mine! The anger I felt at my parents melted away like butter on toast.
I eyed my art studio and smiled. I had always been a creative person. I loved to write, and paint. My dad said I got my talent from my Paternal Grandmother Breelynn who was a well-known artist in Louisiana.
As excited I was to start painting in my studio, I was eager to see the rest of the third floor.
Out of the two empty bedrooms that were on the third floor, I chose the smallest of the two, because of its location and view. It overlooked the river and if I craned my neck I could even see the lights from the city. I bet it looked beautiful at night.
I heard loud voices from downstairs and I smiled recognizing the sounds of my older brother Finn, and Cousin Mason, giving one last satisfied look around my new bedroom I headed downstairs.
Finn and Mason were in college now, and coincidently their college was in Addenbrooke, which I was thankful for. I adored my big brother and my cousin. They were everything that I wished I could be, popular. In fact, I think the only reason I actually had any female friends at all in school was due to my older brother and Mason. All the girls had crushes on them, and even though I knew I was totally being used, I just didn’t care. Harrison was my one and only true friend, and thinking of him made my chest start to ache.
My parents had commissioned Finn and Mason to help move in the furniture. Finn was sliding the last couch into place when my feet left the last step.
“Finn!” I yelled launching myself into my brothers arms.
“Sup kid.” He rubbed my head playfully. I glared at him.
“Don’t mess up my hair, I hate it when you do that!” I scowled. “Hey Mason.”
“How you liking the new digs?” Mason asked rubbing his neck tiredly.
I flopped onto one of the couches, as Finn and Mason did the same.
“Well I do like the fact I have an entire floor to myself, but I miss Morreaux, and I miss my friends.” I felt my eyes welling up with tears.
“Thank you guys for coming over and helping with the move.” I said honestly. “I don’t know anyone else in this town yet. I probably wont even make any friends.” I pouted.
“Giselle, you are so dramatic.” Finn rolled his light brown eyes at Mason. “You’ll make friends. Moving isn’t the end of the world you know. Besides, you had like, one friend. That dorky kid with the thick glasses.”
I felt my face flush. Harrison was not a dork. I felt insulted on his behalf.
I glared at Finn from the couch. Mason cleared his throat. He was good at diffusing awkward situations, and was good at changing the subject like a pro.
“So, since Finn and I came to help move, how about letting us have a couple of beers for our trouble?” Mason asked hopefully.
My dad laughed richly, while my mom looked openly shocked and appalled, like she had just found a hair in her breakfast.
“Finn Gallagher, you better not be drinking!” My mom warned. “Mason! I’m so disappointed in you..”
“Sorry Mason, your mom would have my ass if I let you drink.” He laughed. “And trust me, it’s not all that it’s cracked up to be, especially the way you end up feeling the next day.”
“I was just kidding.” Mason said to my parents, winking at me to show me he wasn’t really kidding.
“Well we’re going to head back to the campus. Giselle, you should come up and visit sometime.” Finn smiled at me. I forgave him for his rude comment about Harrison.
“I will.” I smiled.
“Giselle, a college campus isn’t somewhere I really want you hanging out. You’re only 17 years old.” My mother, ever a stick in the mud said. I glared at her.
“Whatever.” I sighed suddenly feeling tired and drained.
I stood up, “I’m going down to the beach.” I announced.
“Be careful.” My mom said starting to unpack from a couple of the large boxes in the corner.
“Mom, the beach is in our back yard, I doubt even I could managed to get lost.” I rolled my eyes.
It felt wonderful outside, the rain didn’t last, and now the sun was out, reminding me that summer was almost over and pretty soon school would be back in full swing. I headed down to the beach, happy to have a place where I could escape from my parents, if only for a little while.
I was nervous about school. Highschool was tough on any kid, but even worse when you were the new kid. I wouldn’t know a single person. Would I sit by myself at lunch? Would I be a social outcast, or would it be like it was back in Morreaux, the quiet girl with a very small group of friends who moved through the school like ghosts, virtually unknown.
This was my opportunity to reinvent myself. I had always been shy, and socially awkward. Maybe starting a new school could be a fresh start. I could be anyone I wanted to be. I could be known for just being me. Giselle Gallagher, instead of just the little sister of Finn Gallagher.
I frowned, my eyes staring out over the still river. I realized I still hadn’t heard from Harrison.
I plucked my cell phone out of my pocket and wanted to scream when I saw their was no missed calls, or texts. Since we’ve been on the road I had nothing to do but text Harrison from the backseat of the van. He hadn’t returned a single call, or text.
I went to my contacts, and dialed Harrison’s home number, if he wouldn’t answer his cell, then maybe he would his home phone.
“Hello?” His mother answered.
“Hey, this is Giselle, is Harrison home?”
“Oh hey Giselle, Sorry hun, Harrison is out with friends right now, but I’ll tell him you called, ok?”
I felt a lump in my throat the size of a baseball and my eyes fill up with tears. Out with friends? Harrison didn’t have any friends but me. I guess he had forgotten me already and already found a replacement. “Ok.” I said in a near whisper, I could feel the tears burning beneath my eyelids. “Thanks.” I said, and hung up the phone. I let the tears fall.
I should have known, I thought wiping away my tears suddenly feeling angry instead of sad. Was I really that forgettable that Harrison would just forget all about me the second I moved away? I straightened and stood up. I was now more than ever determined to reinvent myself. Pretty soon Harrison would be just a distant memory.
Giselle came away sounding really bratty in this chapter, but I guess its pretty realistic I hope? Yes, no maybe so? I’ve been kinda blah lately, It’s like my brain has been mush, and I haven’t been very creative lately. Suffering from a little bit of writers block I guess. Ugh. The next couple chapters will pick up and get a little more exciting. 🙂