Whispers from the Window.

 Course life is never easy, not only for me but for everyone. Everyone has a different life story than the rest, you know the story for instance the druggy who dropped out of high school because everything just started to get too hard and got into the wrong crowd. His family noticed and decided to do an intervention making him go to rehab and once out of rehab he was happy and went back to school or something like that. Yeah that's the famous one, TV shows usually care on that and how they get their crap back together, but I wonder...what happens right after the cameras turn off? After the 'director' says 'That's a wrap everybody!' then what happens? All episodes...all different stories. And this episodes mine.  

I bit back the snake bite piercings, letting my perfect soft skin scan over the cool metal, the jet starts at rattle as it moved on the runway fairly quick before taking off into the air. I lay my head back in exhaustion giving my mother a small glance, grabbing her light brown hair out of her face since it was stuck in her mouth while she rested. A small bruise rested on her cheek from the recent 'argument' my fa-...David and my mother had in the living room. This is our first time moving out of a country. Scratch that, this is the first time we have been able to leave the apartment or so it seems. The plane, jet, whatever you want to call it continues to rattle as we get high and higher into the atmosphere I just hope my mother doesn't wake up but she seems to beat to even move a muscle. Moving my dark scenic like hair out of my sight of vision I get to peer out the window I'm sitting next to. "Bye England." I murmur putting my right hand in the air and giving the window a 'good-bye' wave then settling back into my seat. "Blake.." My mother whispers in her sleep and turns her head so then she would lean and lay her petite head on my shoulder. I smile and lay my head on the coach seat, slowly feeling my eye lids get heavy and then letting the darkness sink in. 

I wake up to slight shake to my shoulder"Blake, sweetheart wake up."My mother says as she tries to keep her eyes on the road and give glances to me to see if I had woken up.With a slight groan, I flutter my lids open but squint to the bright light shining at my face."I hate the sun.." I hiss and move my fore arm over my eyes, getting some shade. "Well we are almost there so you can hold it for a few more minutes before going back into the dark." My mothers tries to joke but I laugh at her attempt in humor.I look out the car window. We pass millions of acres filled with harvested corn, cows trapped within wired  fences, horses grazing in their own pens kicking the back with their hooves to get out. They look miserable. A humble huff escapes my maw as I grab my cellular device and turn it on, plugging in some head phones before settling the ear hones in my ear. "Blake, you and I need some quiet time from the other world one where we can finally relax. I know that this move is hard because your leaving your fa-"

"David," I correct her in monotone

"Excuse me?" She slows the car down in a 65 mph zone to a 40 and parks on the side so we could talk."He's not my father, he's just David."I say again, popping out the earphone and turning my 'media' down.

"No, he's your father. He's the one who helped make you, don' give him the disrespect him just because I have some simple cuts and bruises. He's the one who gave us a home, food and money." In an irritated tone she pulled back onto the road signifying that the talk was over, opening my jaw I let out a sigh in defeat putting my music back up and putting my ear phone back in. 

Its been about four hours since me and my mother talked but we are finally here. 'Mention street...9th..ave" My mother murmurs to herself, taking pride that we are almost there. We stop right in front of a modern white house with a porch and porch swing, its steps of hardwood creaked as I got out of the car and got closer. I sigh, knowing it wasn't gonna crumble like my first experience with wood stairs, with a soft smile I fix my leather jacket and my hair before settling on the swing, swinging back and forth. I hope I can call this home. "Hello".....~

AN~

^^ Hello, um I would like to say that I'm for some reason really proud of this. Please take note that this is also on my other account ViaSkittles which I tended to transfer over to wattpad because people read more from here than Quotev.

I think I'll just post this for a bit till like I get the courage to post more I suppose....Oh! And I don't want to take full credit for the plot of the story. I transformed an rp I did with a friend of mine and kinda tweeked it and just put it down I suppose.

I've also created another story called " I stole the prince's carriage" if you all could go look at it. Thanks
All for now.~