Adhara woke up the next morning earlier than normal, it was around half four when her eyes had fluttered open. It was one of those days were you had stored energy the second you woke up, hence why she immediately made her way to the bathroom to shower. Ada had gathered over the last two days that the Lamonsoff household started bustling around eight in the morning, she hoped this would give her time to get ready for the day and make breakfast for her family; figuring Sally deserved a break.
The girl hummed 'Who's Loving You' by Michael Jackson, a song she couldn't remember ever hearing but always sang in times of boredom or when she was alone. She squeezed a generous amount of the passion fruit scented body wash she bought during the trip the store with Eric, scrubbing herself thoroughly before stepping back under the warm water.
She'd washed her hair the previous night, blow dried it and the French braided it too, so there was no need to do anything to it; stepping out the shower she grabbed the white towel from the towel tail, briefly fried herself and then wrapped the large cloth around her as she made her way out of the steaming room.
Her head felt light as she walked her way to the bed, stumbling slightly over her feet, she decided it would be a good idea to sit down for a minute – the sudden temperature change between the hot bathroom to the cold bedroom had been a shock to her warmed body. Flopping down face first, Ada felt as her body un-tensed from its month long anxiety – it felt like a huge weight had been lifted and she smiled peacefully into the crumpled covers.
She was being dramatic, she knew she was, but that didn't stop the few tears tuning quickly down her face, nor did it stop the loud relieved sob from escaping its way out. Adhara couldn't help it, she'd held it in for so long, let herself tense up until it got painful and then some – only ever getting a week or twos break from her body's self torture – and moments like these were were a blessing.
Moments were the teen got let go. And forgot.
These were the moments she loved. The moments she cherished.
"Thank you." She sobbed quietly. Ada hadn't a clue who she was thanking, but it just felt right too.
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Adhara supposed she had a certain sense of style, not one that was conventional when you were a teenager in 2005 but a certain sense of style none the less.
She had chosen something different the night before to what she was wearing now, wanting to take into consideration of how her granny would feel walking with her; people always stared at Ada funnily when she walked by them, she didn't want them to stare at Marie to. This was ultimately before she realised that Marie raised Eric and he wasn't exactly conventional in style or in any way subtly with his personality. Poor woman.
Adhara's top was slightly cropped, a design and word printed in a light grey largely on the front that she didn't recognise but thought was cool, the sleeves were short and stopped three quarter lengths up her upper arm loosely. Her jeans were baggy and purposely distressed and open at the kneecaps, their grey colour matching nicely with the black top, and were held up by a square buckled belt with two rows of small metal holes all down the length. A silver chain attached at the belt holes around the front of her hip to the back, hanging freely down her hip; her palms were covered by a dark grey baggy pair of fingerless gloves that ended at the middle of her forearm that left her black painted fingernails on display.
Adhara had chosen a pair of white trainers that had a lifted platform and made her look slightly taller than her normal 5'3. Marie was much like Alicia when it came to fashion, normal and blended with boringly bright colours or white but unlike Alicia, Marie looked proud of Ada's outfit choice.
"It's exactly what this old town needs! Something new and different and from someone so beautiful and intelligent and unbothered by their words. It's wonderful!" Marie had praised, making Adhara beam happily in response. Mom would have told me to go change.
Her granny had shown up at exactly nine o'clock, all ready to go and eagerly rushing Adhara out of the door. Eric hadn't woken up yet but when he did, Marie decided it was better to go now than wait for her son to invite himself along.
She loved him, she swore, but she'd missed her first grand baby. She needed time alone to get to re-know the teen.
The first place Marie had rushed Adhara to was the bookstore. The older woman had been fondly explaining her love for the building and it's paper filled shelves, practically boasting in its favour that the music store was connected – and all the wonderful vinyls they had on sale. This was something that excited both the women, Adhara having always loved a good book with a nice song playing in the background and being able to hum along to its familiar words; she figured now, that she'd gotten that trait from grandmother.
After walking out of the cone red buildings with two full book bags, one with old records in and the other with cheesy romance novels and murder mysteries, Marie had them directed her sons eldest toward the local clothing shop. She'd explained that an old friend of hers had owned it once upon a time before a nice young gentleman had taken over it with his wife and son; she'd also let Adhara know that they owned a variety of different styles and clothing, understanding that the adolescent had a slightly different style to your average Joe.
And Marie was right. Ada felt like she'd walked into heaven and died all over again, it was wonderful.
The grandmother had insisted she buy the things she liked, propping a few different items in for Ada herself. In fact, she was the one who filled the basket with anything she saw the girl glance at, the younger feeling to guilty to spend the older ladies money.
Marie hadn't changed an inch since Adhara last spoke to her, she was still just as lovely and kind and loving; Ada loved it, it was
comforting.
But the same couldn't be said by Marie. Adhara had almost changed to much, she was angry and sad yet so happy to go out of her way to smile at every last person in passing.
She's become an independent woman, a kindhearted young girl that's been through to much. Marie thought proudly. I'm proud of her.
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| I know, this chapter slacked but I'm just about ready to throw Coach buzzers funeral into the mix. And you know what that mean, Greg Feder! ;)
I don't know if I already established this but I couldn't find Eric's mums name anywhere so I just gave her one :) There wasn't any speech written in this chapter but I'm preparing to give you a hell of a lot it by the next chapter, cut me some slack :') *dramatically sobs while winking at you unattractively*
But really I just didn't know how to portray the woman, it's hard because she's not my character, y'know? |
(Still haven't read this one through either, deal with it ;)
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FanficAdhara Lamonsoff was her fathers pride and joy. Having been his first child, they had both grown and learnt together; but then her father met Sally and his time and attention was taken by her and soon their children. This left Adhara to stay with he...
