Chase, My Step Brother

Chapter One - The Move -

My mother was always one to try and give back to the world that’s why I adored her so much, but I didn’t expect her new adventure would involve her sending me to my Father’s. And the fact it was such short notice but she had to go to Africa to help the children over there and because she always put my education first it meant me staying while she shipped off for an entire year. She and my Father weren’t very close since there divorce 5 years ago, in fact since their divorce I had little to no contact with him. He was a busy man and always travelling for his job but he still made an effort to financially support me which I couldn’t complain.

Long story short he was wealthy and madly in love with my mother but his lack of  upbringing in my life and his business always involving a plane ride away the sparks eventually fizzled. I know for a fact my mother is still in love with him and throwing herself into charity’s and things to keep her mind occupied left her with a lack of love life. As for my Father, he had re-married to a woman I had yet to meet and by the sounds of it from what family had told us is he was happy. So I was happy for him, yet still a little sour he had moved on.

That brings us to why I was now packing all my things into two bags. Kind of depressing the fact I could fit all my belongings in two bags, but giving me credit they were two pretty big bags. I was sad to move away since it meant being a hour away from my home town. Sure I wouldn’t mind if it was down the road but no an entire hour and too me that was a very long distance. I was nervous about meeting his new wife and apparently she has kids too but more than anyone was my Father who I had lost contact with for 5 years! I really couldn’t even remember what he looked like, or if we had anything in common.

“Sweetie” my Mother’s voice chiming my room which made me feel safe and happy.

“Are you finished packing? We better get going” she spoke as her warm face lit up my room.

“Yes I’m ready but I really don’t want to go, Julie said I could stay with her” my last pleads to try and secure my future here.

“Don’t be silly I’m sure a week or a few months would be fine with her but an entire year! Don’t think her mother would be impressed with that” she laughed her sweet enchanting laugh as I frowned zipping the last case.

“She’s my best friend I’m sure if she needed you would let her stay a year” I complained jumping to my feet.

“And I would of course no hesitation, but I don’t have a new born child like her Mother does not to mention a 6 year old” she had to remind me about that didn’t she.

“Do you have to leave? I mean I can come with and we can enjoy the experience together” the moan of aggravation seeping through.

“No, ive already went through the pain and torture of numerous calls to your Father about your move its too late now. Plus you will still remain at Willow Heights for your senior year as agreed you will just be sleeping in a completely new house” her tone was sour by the whole ‘new house’ thing and I know it wasn’t her first choice to send me there but the closest family to us is a plane and bus ride away. So if I want to stay at Willow Heights I unfortunately have to suck it up. The downfall of moving in with my Father is the fact I will be officially in the prestigious Sterling Heights High School zone. Our school rivals for what an eternity now! That was my biggest concern moving was being in a neighbour of teens who practically loathed me and my school. Like my mother kept reminding just keep your head down and your opinions of the school to myself.

“Earth to Olivia” my Mother’s hand captivating me out of my distant trance.

“You zoned out you know I don’t like when you do that, I have no idea if you’re paying attention or not. Grab your bags its time” she beamed as I knew she was really excited to go help people less fortunate, it always tore her apart watching how the poverty stricken countries lived and she knew she was helping one step at a time.