"Let's go! We're going to be late!" She hollers at them for the third time this morning as she races about their New York home.
Boxes strewn haphazardly, despite her begging her teenage boys to stack them neatly- have only proven to be a bigger obstacle than she would have liked.
Stumbling over another half filled box of kitchen Tupperware for the fifth time this morning- Helen Sharpe is beginning to question why she found it so imperative to keep all those old takeout containers anyway. Half were missing their lids.
While the other half were partially melted thanks to her youngest using the microwave at too high a setting for such cheap plastic.
Yet there they are, now scattered across her wood floors as she hustles to get her boys moving.
"Lukas! Logan! Hurry up! We are not being late for our first day!" She pounds on their doors as she searches for her new set of apartment keys.
"What's the point, Mum? Can't we just homeschool?" Her just turned seventeen year old comes out of his bedroom in his school uniform and backpack slung over his left shoulder as a basketball is snuggly held under his right.
"No, I can't stay home to watch you both all day. I can't afford it. You should be grateful I received this job and don't have to pay for your tuitions. It's enough money to get us this nice flat and..."
"Nice? You're sleeping in the living room on a Murphy bed and the hallway smells of curry."
"Yes, well- we all must make sacrifices in our lives and I love you two boys very much to provide you each with your own room- lest you'll smother your brother in his sleep." She states as she bangs on the fourteen year old's door. "Logan Bashir! Hurry your arse up or you'll get a detention and be grounded for a week! Move it!"
The door opens up and her youngest towers over her by three feet.
Even in heels, Helen is a petite statured woman and despite her best efforts to appear intimidating to them- they of course dwarf her still.
"Sorry. I didn't know if I should bring my cello today or not."
"No- the program said music is on Thursdays. As of right now you won't need it, Darling. Just grab your pack and come on."
They hustle from their Brooklyn apartment and follow the Google maps on their Mum's phone.
They're used to the crazy city life. They grew up in down town London. They've lived in Los Angeles which they didn't enjoy in the slightest, and after another jump across the pond once more for a few years before they had finally moved to New York City after living very briefly in Connecticut.
The boys were used to their Mum racing them around, her short stature tugging them along so she didn't lose either of them, despite them wishing she wouldn't.
They weren't little boys any more.
On the contrary.
With her eldest at 6'2 and her youngest at 5'5, poor Helen looked as though she was tugging around grown ass men.
"Mum, it says you missed a turn back that way." Her strapping son, Lukas points out and she refocuses on her phone's map.
"Bloody! Okay- let's turn back and..." Helen turns her boys around, but not before running into someone. "Sorry, I'm so sorry to run into you."
She frantically panics and a young man with a little blonde girl- look at her queerly.
"Not at all. I was just as much in the way. Running a little late this morning and dropped our doll somewhere." The man smiles warmly and Logan seemingly picks the doll up.
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
