Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter One | Is This Considered A Preleud?

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter One

I S T H I S C O N S I D E R E D A P R E L E U D?

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I was the product of a one night stand gone wrong.

My mother, Eloise Monique Moreau, was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. My mother has always been very pretty and mature looking. The first time she snuck into a bar was when she was sixteen and a half with her boyfriend at the time (his name is unimportant). To celebrate her graduation she and her other mature looking friends went to "Kit Kat Scratch Club" in New York City. There she met twenty-one year old college student Shane Liam Doyle. They got drunk, ended up in his dorm room, and... well did things that every child pretends their parents never partook in.

The next morning my mother left his dorm room before he woke, leaving a note thanking him for the drinks and the screw.

Fourteen mornings later she found out she was pregnant.

My mom and dad's story isn't a fairytale, happy ending. They didn't get married. They dated for two months, realized how incompatible they were, and decided that they could have a kid without having to live through hell with one another.

So nine months after the "disastrous night" (as my parents have fondly come to think of the night I was conceived), I was born.

Then there was the other dilemma. What the hell were they going to call me, Moreau or Doyle? Both my parents wanted me to have their own surname and argued almost throughout the whole labor. Once the labor pains kicked in, though, my mother had other things on her mind...

Anyway, on September 10th, 1990, 6:58 p.m. I was born. On September 11th, 1990, 11:34 a.m. the Great Compromise was created. My mother would get to name me, while I kept my father's surname.

Thus I became Jacqueline Laverne Doyle.

When I was five I found out that my father wanted to name me Cleopatra Thea; so yeah, dodged a bullet there.

Before you all start thinking my father is a complete freak let me tell you his occupation. My father is an archeologist; a pretty famous one too. Twelve years ago my father led an expedition to Egypt looking for the lost tomb of Dionysos. As luck would have it, the tomb was found and Shane Liam Doyle became the man to know. I myself became famous from that expedition since it had been summer and my fathers turn to have me. So along with all those men and women, aged twenty-five through fifty, was a five year old girl who kept getting into fights with the camels. Since that fateful adventure, all my history teachers have come to worship me, some even asking if I could, somehow, get my father to come in and speak to the class; I never even mentioned the idea to my father. To me, my father belonged to myself and no one else. I didn't want to share him and my second life with my classmates. My classmates were part of my first, boring life. Since my fifth summer, I have been all around the world. China, Japan, Germany, Australia, Britain, Egypt, Brazil, Greenland, Africa, the list is endless.

Remember, though, that only my summers are spent with my father. The rest of the year I'm with my mother living in Jacksonville, New York, only about ten minutes out of New York City.

Despite my mother's past, she is not a slut. In fact, in my seventeen years of life, I think she's only gone on a handful of dates and has only been in two serious relationships; neither working out because of her job.

My mother is a nurse at Golden Heart Hospital. She's often referred to as the best nurse working at the hospital, mostly due to the fact that she doesn't take any of the shit from the disgruntle patients. Most of the druggies (Golden Heart is where they end up after they overdose, even if they are from five towns over) have come to fear my mother.

Jacksonville is, on the exterior, a quaint city where the residents mostly range from upper class to middle class. Many successful families made up the population of the town. Large houses lay on every residential street. The school district is widely considered one of the best in the country, due to all of the generous donations given.

Yet underneath the pretty wrapping there is scandal, this is crime, there is deceit. Unfortunately, I was much too oblivious to all this, if I hadn't been, I might have saved me and everyone else a whole lot of trouble. But then, there wouldn't be much of a story, would there?

So I suppose neither one of my lives can be considered "normal" but, hey, I'd rather be traveling the world than stuck in Jacksonville volunteering at Golden Heart and doing five hours of homework that Winchester Private School deems necessary to give every night.

But Jacksonville is my home; it's also where my story actually begins..

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☁M-A-COYNE'S Corner☁

I hope that you guys enjoyed the first chapter of Is This Considered A Cliche. What do you guys think? Please let me know! Votes and Comments are always welcomed! :p

-Mya xx

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