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"So, Girls. This is home." My mother's words stirred tears in my eyes, I didn't know I was crying until I tasted the salt on my chapped bottom lip. The fourth move in a year. But this would be the last, the one without dad, the one far away from our home town: Sunset Valley, where I grew up. We could've gone to the center of simcity, Bridgeport, but it would be far to simple. The Riverview district was much to discreet, secure for us. And Clara needed a solid place to have an education.

"So, Girls. This is home." My mother's words stirred tears in my eyes, I didn't know I was crying until I tasted the salt on my chapped bottom lip. The fourth move in a year. But this would be the last, the one without dad, the one far away from our home town: Sunset Valley, where I grew up. We could've gone to the center of simcity, Bridgeport, but it would be far to simple. The Riverview district was much to discreet, secure for us. And Clara needed a solid place to have an education. Mother told us to explore, Clara went upstairs, but I wasn't interested in the woodlouse soaked floors and damp walls. I wanted to see the nature. I loved the sun, the beaches and the feeling of hot sand beneath the sensative skin of my toes. I made my way down the creaking porch, the stairs squeaking like I weighed 120 stone. I was a light 6 stone, a size eight, which was average for my fifteen years of age. I grew up surfing, which was out of the question now. There isn't enough waves or dynamics for it on the river. Dad taught me. I can't believe he'd marry someone else, leaving us to fend for our own. I went upstairs eventually. The walls in mine and Clara's room were peach and a little chipped-the floorboards creaked still. There were two beds either side of the long room. The sheets were fresh, smelt of Lavender and Chamomile. The pillows were soft, subtle for the neck and posture. There was a folded throw at the end of the bed, patchwork. Hand sewn. Grandma Anderson's Legacy Passdown. I heard snoring and turned to see Clara, my eight year old Sister sleeping on the divan. We'd been in the car such a long time, stopping at various Greasy Spoon Cafe's, Restaurants and Diner's. I didn't mind that. I love my food. And if Travelling for two days meant eating two hamburgers and fries, a plate of Stronganof and two tours of Pancakes with syrup, I was fine with that. Mom called me and Clara downstairs when she was cutting coupons. We hardly have any money with all the eating and the transport, not to mention decking out a whole new warderobe. Sunset Valley's winter clothes which we'd bought, which consisted of Khaki Leggings, soft and thin, long jumpers, fluff, not block and various T-shirts, would barely be acceptable for Summer here it's so thin and not thermal. So we stopped on the outskirts of Twinbrook, went to the Mall and Bought long jerseys, Leggings, Thermal Tights, Jeans, Sweats and Sweaters. As we sat, subconcious of what she was going to say, she didn't look alive. She looked numb, bewitched. Wild eyes, feral and dangerous, looking at the dull painted wall.
" It's your father," She began, Clara looked at me with her big green eyes, eyes from our father, which I inherited first. Me or Clara skipped Mom's fawn brown eyes. But we gained her eye shape. I knew this look from Clara, this look of fear, of sadness. I ushered her over to my chair and she climbed onto my lap and tucked her head in my hair like she did to my mother when she was a toddler.
" He died in a nuclear explosion, over at the science lab." Then Clara's head bashed into my collarbone in tightness.

Epiphany

Feb 5, 2012 by MaisieMouse
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    8 Comment(s) posted so far

    On Feb 6, 2012 Senti88 wrote:

    Good start! I like the way you write its very descriptive. Good job!\:D

    On Feb 6, 2012 starsky524 wrote:

    Good but sad start. There's a cheat so you can remove the thought-bubbles and stuff btw.

    On Feb 6, 2012 fabrizioammollo wrote:

    Nicely done!

    On Feb 6, 2012 fruitopia wrote:

    I like this.

    On Feb 7, 2012 keishafeller wrote:

    Sasd.. but intriguing already.. and the mom is pretty...

    On Feb 11, 2012 MaisieMouse wrote:

    Thanks, guys. I'll keep that in mind, but at the moment, I'm doing my legacy, which will also be featured right here! Hope you enjoy!

    On Feb 12, 2012 jumpgirl_64 wrote:

    Nice Job\:\) !

    On Feb 19, 2012 Ally85 wrote:

    very nice done and such a sad ending....I look forward to read on ;-)

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