Art of Breaking (Michael Clifford)

art of breaking

"Nova!" ..."Nova...!"

I could hear them yelling for me to come back, begging, but I knew better now. Never trust one person with all your heart... you're just giving them the power to break you.

Two years ago, I was naive. Happy. As far as I could tell, I had it all. But it only takes one mistake, one unexpected turn of events, and one boy to change all of that. For better or for worse.

My name is November Hale. And last year my whole world was turned upside down....

"We're MOVING?!" My face was marred by my immediate look of utter disbelief. Not the expected response judging by the ashen look on my mom's face.

"Honey, it's what we need. We haven't been the same since-"

"NO. MOM. Don't even say what I know you were about to say. I CAN'T MOVE. Everyone I've ever known has been from here. Maria and I already made plans for this summer. Jason is SO close to asking me out, I can tell. My teachers understand me -well except for stupid Mr. Henderson... I swear he's out to kill me... And-"

"Nova we are moving and that is final," my mother snapped before dashing upstairs. She must be pissed if she gathered up the desire to yell.

My mother was a very quiet person already, but when my father died last year she almost disappeared off the face of the Earth. It was hard enough for me, but having to carry my mother and curb her depression was torture.

There were so many times I wanted to just escape from the world. Just hide up in my bedroom where no one could find me, but I had my mother to take care of too. But apparently I don't get to be involved with extremely important plans until the very last possible second. Mom said we were leaving in two days. 

Dom says that's because they both knew I wasn't going to be happy about it.

Honestly my twin Dominic has been what's kept me going. I can truly say if it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't even be here. He and I were the weird kind of siblings that never fought. We understood each other and worked together on everything we did. My parents used to get so annoyed with our "telepathic" conversations that they would start speaking every single thing that they were doing until we started having verbal conversations again... I miss that. But it is what it is.

But anyway, where were we moving you ask? Not down the street, not around the corner. Not even across the state. No. We were moving across the WORLD. From sunny Los Angeles, California to gloomy, rainy, London, England. Not exactly a short trip by any means. And I knew I would have to spend all day the next few days packing just to come close to my mom's deadline.

But maybe she's right. Ever since dad's departure things haven't been the same. I would walk through the house to the kitchen and see the old recliner he spent his last few days in, still, it was never still when he was here. He was always rocking in that chair, listening to his classic rock records... I would walk upstairs and see the room that used to be my parents'. My mom changed rooms soon after dad died. Said she couldn't handle the memories.

 And I suppose that's why we are moving now. Dad never went to London.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

New Story! Hopefully I'll actually complete this one eh? :) I really do kind of have an idea for this in the long run so I hope I'll get through it! Comment if you have any ideas!

EDIT: So it's been like forever since I was on here as a writer, but school has been so stressful lately, I just want to escape to my own world... Anyway, I changed this from a 1D fic to a 5SOS one, 'cause honestly it's been forever since I listened to 1D and 5SOS fits my music preferences a lot better than 1D did. So yay! 

I know it's short, but they get longer I promise.

~Tay