Sydney was filled with things I didn't want. Blistering heat. Crazy ass seasons. Fucked up wildlife. And the lack of my mother. Now, I could've tolerated the first three things if the last thing didn't weigh so heavily on my heart. My mom died in Afghanistan. She was an army doctor, and she died during deployment when a suicide bomber blew up the hotel she had been camped out in.
So, due to my drunken and absent father being, you know, absent, I was sent to Sydney to live with my aunt Nora and uncle James. I could've lived with my uncle Brian in Saranac Lake, NY, where I had lived, but with his business, it was too difficult for him to provide for me. So, might as well ship me across the world. Makes perfect fucking sense.
I stayed in a friendless and depressed stupor for a good two years after my mother's death. I missed everything about her. Her eyes that were always smiling even when her mouth wasn't. Her short brown hair that contrasted greatly with my red hair. My older sister Rosemary and I have extremely red hair, which is something we unfortunately acquired from our father. Rosie is twenty and lives in Seattle. I have no idea whatever possessed her to move all the way across the country simply to go to college, but whatever floats her boat, I guess.
When I was in high school, I was in a really shitty band called JC and the Boys. This shitty band consisted of me and my four best friends: Aaron, Peter, Spencer, and Daniel. Even though we would've broken up eventually, we broke up because Peter died in a car accident. It's hard trying to replace someone who didn't want to leave. I haven't really talked to the boys since then.
After everything, I felt like shit. So naturally, I saw a psychiatrist. This psychiatrist put me on Zoloft. Which sucks. A lot. I hate it. But, better to be an emotionless bitch than a sobbing teenager, I guess. Whatever.
After graduation, I realized that I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I can't live with Nora and James my whole life. So, I went on an adventure to find myself. What do they call that in Australia? A walkabout? Either way, I was on a mission, and I would never believe where it would take me.
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A Drop in the Ocean
FanfictionShe didn't want to move to Australia. It meant leaving behind everything. Including her mom. It meant that things were changing.
