Of Seasons, Solar, and Snow

Chapter 1

"He was looking at you!"

SMASH! Another window, most likely.

"He was asking me for my drivers licences!" Mom says, her face the picture of exhaustion. "You did't have to beat him to the pulp!" Stan, the donkey-hole who was yelling at my mom, slams his fist into a wall. "Well maybe you shouldn't have looked like you wanted to shack up with him! I mean, you already have one bastard," he points to me. "Why not add another to the list!"

Mom lets out a cry. "Baby, you know your the only one I want! Not some stupid cop. I love you!"

Stan drops into a chair. "If you loved me half as much as I loved you then you would have gotten rid of the boy," he sighs. Yeah, well, the feelings mutual. If that is love I want no part of it.

Mom, predictably, starts crying & walks to her bedroom. I follow, giving Stan a wide berth. I take a box of tissues off the shelf & hand it to her.

See, even though mom keeps going back to that scumbag, she actually does love me. She just has a habit of making bad choices. Like, oh let see, leaving my filthy rich dad for stan, insisting that it was "True Love". Oh, and, gambling away all our money for faeire drugs & hunny beer. But hey, we all have our faults.

Sighing I walk over to her. "Mo-"

"Stop. I know what your going to say. 'you should leave him, you need to dump him' But I can't! It was destined for_"

"'-For ya'll to meet because your Soul-Mates.' Yeah, You've told me. and I've told you that Tur Love, Soul-Mates, They. Don't. Exist."

"Tell that to Great- Grandma Snow. And the people who said Faeries don't exist."

Ahhh, the infamous many Greats Grandma Snow. An over 200 year old family myth. she made a deal with a High Lord to find her True Love. Some say it was because she was beautiful beyond compare and wanted to marry for love, others say it was because she was an ugly old hag who wanted a husband. But one thing was always the same, the High Lord never came to collect the debt.

"Ali." Mom looks at me, the drugs taking hold, "You look like him, same eyes & nose, some almost wouldn't think your a Snow. But you have my hair..."

I softly push her down on her bed. "Just... rest mom" I kiss her cheek and walk out of the room.

Walking into the kitchen I look at Stan, who was passed out in his food. I mean his face wasn't pretty to begin with, but covered in mash potatoes, steak sauce... and spaghetti... THAT BUTT-HOLE! I run to the fridge, and bang my head at what I see. abso-flipping-lutely nothing. That-that b-b-bum ate Everything! And we have nothing in the money jar. He probably took that too.

I look at my wallet & sigh, there goes mom's Birthday present.

Now I know what your thinking. "Hey Alistair, I thought you said your dads filthy rich, why not get money from him?" Welp, I'll tell you why. When I decided to live with my mom when they got divorced, it would be a MAJOR understatement to say he was ticked off. We had words and he said if I ever asked him for anything other than coming to live with him, he'd disown me. Happy, happy times.

I check my ripped black skinny jeans, my Panic! at the Disco shirt, & my cat eared beanie. Looking like a full snack, I go to the store.

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Eggs...

Milk...

Bacon...

I look at my overflowing cart. Welp, goodbye Christmas too.