in which the new girl decides to dig up a dark past and must learn to bear the burden of her actions alongside the town's resident trashmouth.
- it (2017)
highschool au
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Opal Faye tucked a silky lock of her dark hair behind her ear and fiddled with the bottom of her worn-in skirt as she looked around her new bedroom -in her aunt's house-
she thought it wasn't half-bad.
The sun set slowly over the horizon, it lit up the room in hues of glistening orange and red.
She stood just over five foot, in the doorway of what was to be her new home.
So far, she liked it; her mother never had enough money for something like this, even though she used to work six full days a week.
She could already tell that her new life in Derry, would be nothing like the last sixteen years.
And the room was just the beginning.
It was small, but it was on the second floor. Equipped with a reading window, plush carpet and soft creme toned walls, it was pretty much perfect to her; not what she had dreamed of, but what she needed.
She set down her suitcase, walking slow circles around the empty room, trailing her slight fingers over the walls.
Chills ran from her fingertips, up and down her spine, there was an odd aura in the space. Ironically she just couldn't put her finger on it.
She busied herself thinking up ways to redecorate the room, and really make it hers. She felt a twinge of excitement in the pit of her stomach.
"The Derry house" (or her Aunt Vee's house) was so much better than her old one.
Her old home was a small apartment in New York, the hardwood floors were cold, and the ceiling was too close to the ground, but opal and her mother got on very well, so the dingy little apartment became a genuine home.
Her slight distaste towards the appearance of the dirty flat was amplified when Opal saw how much more beautiful her Aunt's house was, this house was so much better.
In fact, she thought everything about Derry was so much better than her old city.
Derry was quiet, exhilarating and seemed full of history.
Manhattan was loud and repetitive and overrated.
However, when looking back on it, she realised that the whole time she had spent wishing for a more wealthy lifestyle, Opal should have been appreciating the limited amount of time she had left with her mother.
Regardless, Opal put aside her thoughts and directed herself more to surrounding herself in the ambience of her new room.
Although it was odd, it intrigued her, and she quite liked it.
The only thing she didn't quite like about her room was the fact that one of her windows was directly opposite her neighbours' house.
Giving Opal and whoever the parallel room belonged to - an apparent view of each other's rooms.
So from that window, her view consisted of the inside of someone's bedroom, there was a red record player, and some records on a little cabinet next to the bed, the bedroom was also decked out in band posters.
She noticed quite a few actually, but the ones that really stuck out were the Joy Division and New Order posters. 'At least they've got a good taste in music' she thought to herself.
Beside the records, sat a box of tissues and some lotion. Opal smirked a little, having a quiet chuckle to herself, she realised that her new neighbour might just be a boy.
She'd have to remember to draw the blinds when she was getting dressed.
Before she forgets, she moved towards the open window and pulled the glass shut along with the soft pink curtains. She was ready to start unpacking her suitcase and get settled in.
Coincidentally at that moment, she heard the voice of her aunt call her from downstairs.
"Opal, dear, would you like me to come and help you unpack your bags?"
"That's okay, Aunty Vee, I've got it covered."
"Just let me know if you need anything then."
Opal thanked her aunt and got to work, sifting through her suitcase and unpacking sets of clothing. She worked slowly, wanting to preserve the process of moving in for as long as possible.
It felt traitorous, to her mother's memory.
To be moving in to somewhere beautiful, to be surrounded by such beauty but her passing was close to a year ago, and her aunt told her she had 'already been through enough' and that her mother "would want only the best for her little girl."
Opal was scared, yes, but she wanted to start a new life, and this would be it.
