Not the Average Fairy Tale (on hold i guess. writing other stuff)

Not the Average Fairy Tale

Chapter 1

Everyone was talking around me. They act as I'm not even there, which at first I found very frustrating, but now I've gotten used to it. That's what I get for choosing the wrong group of friends. I used to have many friends. Actual friends that liked the actual me. That didn't last for too long. All of my old friends have either transferred schools or abandoned me to befriend people with a higher social standing. I didn't want to move up the food chain, being content with where I was, (somewhere near the bottom), so I didn't follow. I've stayed at the bottom ever since, and have had to talk to people who don't even like me, just to say I have friends. I really don't like any of them either, but I cope. Anyways, I was at my locker, putting away my stuff as the two people on both sides of me were gossiping, as usual. I just talk to myself.

'Happy birthday, Madison.'

'Why thank you.'

'How old are you again?'

'I am 16 as of today.'

'That's terrific.'

'Yes it is.'

I slammed my locker shut and started the walk home. Along the way I listened to my iPod and thought about what my birthday would be like if my friends actually remembered, or if I had reminded them. They'd probably give me another fake apology and continue to forget year after year. Some friends they are. At least my parents remembered my birthday. Hopefully. It takes me a while to get home when I decide to walk, though it'd take me much less time to just ride the bus. I only do this when I'm tired, or if my iPod is dead. The buses are crowded, noisy, disgusting, and they don't let me listen to my music at all. I would save 20 minutes by riding the bus, but I'd gladly serve those minutes alone with my music rather than spend any time at all without it.

“La la la la la...” I sang along to one of my favorite song as I entered through the front door and swung my backpack over to the side. “Mother! I'm home!” My dad came out of nowhere and gave me a hug from behind.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, making me a little uncomfortable.

“Thanks.” I heard him sniffle, but I had no idea why, so I didn't bother to turn around. My mother got right down to business.

“Madison, we can't waste any time. Go up to your room and pack all of your things.”

“What...Why? Are we going somewhere?”

“We'll have to explain to her in the car. Madison, just pack your things.”

“How long are we going to be gone?"

“A long time.”

'Hm. I wonder where we're going. I should try to hurry up. Mom sounded anxious.'

I ran up the stairs to pack all of the things that I might need. The first things I grabbed were my iPod and cellphone. I also grabbed the charger for both of those things. But where to put all of my stuff... I didn't own a suitcase. Grocery bags will have to do. All of my important electronics were placed into a much sturdier Adidas bag that was less likely to burst open. In went my laptop, iPod, headphones, backup headphones, cellphone, and chargers. All of my shirts went into a plastic bag, and my pants into another. If we were going for a long time, I mine as well take everything. Beneath several shirts I hid my wallet and basically all of my money. Not the smartest idea, but it was better than having all of my money loosely put into my jean pockets. I looked back at my room, unaware that this may be the last time I ever saw it, or anything too big to take along with me again. I had found a huge drawstring bag that all of the smaller bags fit in surprisingly well. I may have looked ridiculous carrying this huge bag, but that wasn't what was important. Being basically pushed into the car, I figured I must have taken too long.