'If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?'
21 year old graduate, Isabella Ivers transfers from Los Angeles to an independent college in England with...
"Isabella, stop swearing at me, you are leaving for England in 5 hours, I know you don't have the best of organisational skills, but darling once again, have you got your meds?"
"ugh yes, I have it! I told Zoë to keep it in her luggage, wouldn't want me showing my PTSD to the flight passengers. Oh and freaking isn't a swear!". I swear she has lost the plot, fair enough her only two girls are moving 5436 miles across the world to a city with only one relation known. Our aunt Serafine. I think seeing her after 17 years is the only reason I am agreeing for this transfer, that and the fact that Zoë my party animal of a sister is starting her first year of college - so there was no point in me doing my masters for Law & Justice in LA when I could go to England and keep an eye on my sister.
"Bella, we need to leave now, Cameron's coming in 10 so get your ass downstairs!"
Why oh why did I agree to leave LA in the company of my sister's annoying boyfriend? I swear I caught him last month with that cheerleader Lindsay- tried telling my sister but she has googoo eyes for that 2 timing loser. Okay here goes nothing, one last look of my childhood bedroom- all the memories, nightmares, sleepovers resulting to one day. Leaving day. I grab my marker and check off the 22nd January, God this feels so surreal, Me, out of all people, Me. I decide to move to a new country in light of starting a new life, meeting new people and trying new things I've never thought to.
Yeah right... really I just need to get justice for my dead father. 19 years. 19 Freaking years and I am fully equipped for an avengemental journey on these englishmen and their prissy little vindictive minds. I get pulled out of my daydream as the door opens widely and pushes me to the floor- "Bella-"
"I SWEAR ZOË GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!!"
"Sorry"a familiar voice says I turned my head toward the door to find a blurred vision of a man and then all of a sudden black.
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My eyes are stinging and i slowly prop myself up from the sofa- wait sofa? why the hell am I in the living room? "Guys she's awake, c'mon let's leave!". Adjusting my eyes, I see my mom crying on the sofa opposite me and zoë picking up suitcases. "Mom why on earth are you crying?" like seriously I think i probably had another one of my general blackouts.
"Oh honey!" she gathers herself and runs towards me stroking my hair " Bella, are you 100% sure you want to move? I mean serafine can stay with your sister you can stay here until your treatment finishes." ugh what doesn't she understand? For these last 19 years she has done nothing but worry about my stress and anxiety- I honestly don't get why she just doesn't leave me alone and let me be independent for once. "Mom seriously stop, I'll be fine without you hovering over me all the time" crap i shouldn't have said that , "erm I mean, I want to grow up become independent, I can't be this 21 year old woman who stays with her mother under 24/7 supervision- look i know you worry a lot but what will happen when you're no longer here? I know it's a little morbid to think about, considering we're moving an all but we are grown up- me and zoe need this. Just please calm yourself down, paint the house, plant some flowers and make some friends- I think my health has taken over your life, you need to carry on nursing patients but not me. I am not your patient"
My mom looked at me and her eyes twitched "Bell, I am your mother, not your nurse. I understand what you want, ever since the first time I met you on the day you were born, I will love you forever. I have watched you step by step on your journey, from your first clumsy steps as a bouncing baby to the beautiful young woman you are today. I want nothing but the best for you but just please promise me one thing, you will always remember what I have taught you" she then looked at Zoe and pulled both her and my hands "both of you must stick together, carry a rod or spray and protect yourself from those evil evil people out there. Rely on kindness and remain happy." We all hugged and spared another 10 minutes like that until Cameron walked in.
"Okay girls, cases are in the trunk, are we ready to go? There's a hella lot of traffic out there!"
Saying our final goodbyes, we walked towards the porch- Zoe took shotgun and strapped herself in while I hugged our mother- a very selfless lady who was once so full of life and laughter- "honey remember to call once you've reached and ill tell Serafine that you've arrived"
"I will mom" and with that I headed for the backseat, strapped myself in and stared out the window at the house. A place which was a home 19 years ago and now just a mere little shelter covering our heads, providing us with solace after his death. Cameron put the car in drive and slowly pulled out leaving my blurry vision to create tears which I had the pride to keep and not shed.
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