Sander Sides Oneshots And Stuff (REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

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(Some angst, based on a scene in Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Idk what to title it, so the official title is (untitled).

Isn't Sanders Sides, but is instead a oneshot from HOTD (imagine writing incorrect quotes about your own book lol). This will include some characters not already in the story.

(Note, this chapter was written on 11/5/23, British date bc I live in Britain but use American spelling bc the characters are American. If in the future the following characters are in the story, then ignore last few sentences.)

I just wanted to write it, feel free to skip this chapter if you want Sanders Sides content instead :)

Tw: yelling, crying, mom went to get the milk

Enjoy!)

"So, Av, who are we inviting to your 15th birthday party?" Grace asked me, sitting on my bed, which was creaking under her weight.

These damn orphanage beds are so weak.

"Umm," I started as Grace wrote down the names on her notepad. "You, Cleo, Jenna, Sam, obviously, Sophie, Katy and Brenda."

"No boys?"

"I'm allowed to invite boys?"

"Avery. This is your 15th birthday. This is the last year you are not an adult. You are allowed to invite whoever you want, as long as it's not too many people."

"Okay, so Jamie, Kris, Oliver, Sophie's brother because Cleo has a crush on him and I want to set them up together, Lucy and Angie."

"That's everyone?"

"Yup."

"Hey, what about your mom?"

"What about her?"

"Well, won't she want to see her little girl turn 15?"

"Doubt it."

"Why not?"

"She just wouldn't. She left on my 3rd birthday, and didn't come back ever."

"... I'm sorry."

"It's fine! It's completely okay! Many people go through this!"

"It's okay to be upset, Av."

"Hey," I smiled in a jokey manner, although I could the anger start to bubble up inside me. "I'm not upset! Why should I be upset? I'm fine!"

"Av-"

"Gracie. I'm not 3 anymore. I'm not waiting at the window, asking Dad 'when's Mama coming home?', making Dad have to lie to me to say she's coming back. I waited 5 goddam years for her to come back, but she never did. After that I gave up. I learnt how to swim, how to count, how to make friends, how to tie a braid in my hair, how to do makeup, how to deal with periods, how to deal with breakup, what to do when your parents get shot and your all alone with your stepsister. I learnt how to do all that, without my damn mother. I had 12 GREAT BIRTHDAYS WITHOUT HER. SHE DIDN'T SEND A CARD, SHE DIDN'T EVEN CALL! SHE'S DEAD TO ME!"

By this time I had tears streaming down my face, but I wiped them away angrily.

"Av, it's okay-"

"Y'know what, Gracie? I'm going to grow up, go to college, get a job, get a husband, have a whole lotta kids. And I sure as hell will be a better mother to them than my mother was to me! And I won't need help from her to do that, because SHE DOESN'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT BEING A GOOD FREAKING MOTHER!"

I was on the verge of fully breaking down, but I pulled myself together.

"I-I'm sorry Gracie.." I mumbled. Grace came to hug me. "I'm sorry for the tantrum I just threw."

"You didn't throw a tantrum Av, it's ok to get angry. And your mother sounds horrible."

"Why doesn't she want me, Gracie? What did I do wrong?" I sobbed in Grace's arms, ruining her cashmere sweater. Unbothered by the state of her sweater, Gracie came down to my height and hugged me tightly, not a word shared between us. The only noises that could be heard from us were muffled sobs and the occasional hiccup.

"Gracie?"

"Yeah, Av?"

"Please don't leave me."

"What?"

"After you turn 20. Please don't go. You, Dad and Mamacita were all that I had."

"Av, I swear, I will never leave you alone till the day I die, and then I will be comfortably residing in your heart." She said, tapping the area of my chest where my heart was.

"So, birthday planning later?"

"Yup."

(All the characters in this chapter are/will be characters in my book, some people's roles larger than others.

Hope you enjoyed!

Take it easy, patties!)