⚛When Worlds Collide⚛ Bmc Fanfic (POSTPONED)

⚛⚛Life Hits Me Like a Truck on a Highway Pt.1⚛⚛

    (This is a fill in chapter cuz I felt like I rushed the plot. So, yuh. This happens on a regular day for Daevani, spoiler she moves. And gets into a biggg something. Also this is before the wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff happens.)

    Evicted. They said we were getting evicted. I can do three things. 1). Scream at the top of my lungs. 2). Cry uncontrollably. Or 3). Blow this whole thing off as just a misinterpretation. That happens...Right? Do something. Anything, don't just let your mom cry like this. But I can't, I don't want to. A woman looking very professional had just came to our door and when knocked had let lose a terrible turn of events that I would not know, to effect my life and everyone I love around me. My mother was in a overall good mood today, but I knew it couldn't last this long. Sure stupid things my step dad would say would shut her off the rest of the night, but no biggie. I was pretending to be sick today. Didn't wanna deal with peoples middle school drama. We were fine until we had heard that knock. My mother went to open the door. I watched the door carefully... I began to hear my mom get flustered. She was stuttering like I've never heard. I move my body towards the door. My mom is almost sobbing. The woman has her jet black hair put up in a very professional bun. She had a suit and everything. What did she want? She was saying things that had meant nothing to me. But my mom had understood every single word. I let go of the hand full of my large pants, clenched in my right hand to try to understand. I could only make out one word that had more meaning then I would think. Evicted. I couldn't move, do, or say anything. I didn't know what to say even. How could I comfort my mom? Don't be an idiot Daevi!

    I stuttered. "I-im, uh. Wha-, no. Just-, uh."

    I just bit my lip to shut myself up. I never helped. I was never one for giving advice. It was getting too hot in the room.  I got sweatier every second. The sorrow sounds of tears filled my ears more. My eyes began to water up. Before I knew it, I was blinking away tears. Soon I had my arms wrapped around my mom, while both of us sobbed on the couch.

    Months Later:

    Everyone in the house found out sooner or later we were "going to have to move." No one thought about it too much. Which sort of made me think it was just a misinterpretation, like I had before. Its happened a couple of times actually, we were told we were gonna have to move. But it had never happened before in that house. This was the Maxwell house, no one needed anything outside of the neighborhood. We had everything we needed there. But something told me this was for real. We've been packing our things, almost finished actually! Nothing to be too proud of. We only started a few weeks ago. I still couldn't get over the fact that none of us really got to say goodbye to all of our friends. Although I have to blame myself, I took another sick day and missed my chance. I had told half the school about moving. (But let's be real, everyone at that school lived in one neighborhood; mine.) So if we had missed a few days they would understand. I had messenger to text people while it got lonely, packing. Not everything was terrible though; my *favorite* aunt had moved in with us when we had super bad plumbing problems. My step dad hated how me and her would spend most of our time together, geeking out, and having fun. He said we were both lazy. But we didn't care for shit! I wish I could have told her how much I wanted to be just like her when I got older. Kind of childish, huh? Well of course I would never let her know that. I'll give a lil run through on the plumbing problems. A few months ago, we noticed the toilet was acting weird and didn't really like to flush. And how we couldn't take showers unless we really needed to. (We didn't have school so its all good.) For months we had to either go take a shit in a bucket with a Walmart bag in it, or take your car up to the Walmart down the street. Of course peeing was different. But we still can't help but laugh for walking into Walmart at 12 in the morning and asking to take a shit. This is has all been happening in a cycle for months now until we move. And currently, it's about 4:00, on a snowy as hell Sunday. We still have no place to move into. So our parents had decided on me and my older brother Donovan, to stay at our Nana's house until they had a good place to stay. We were gonna leave on Saturday, but mom didn't know if the weather would be good enough. So now its just all of us sitting inna freezing, empty house, waiting to leave. I have my back against the wall, headphones nearly turning me deaf. My brother was on Instagram, and our mom and Aunt Lavinia were getting high and making each other laugh. I began to feel warm (not because I had on two coats) because the thought of how much family is there for you, made me feel lucky.

(Hilo, again. Btw, dis is all ONE HUNDO POCENT REAL. I seriously don't want there to be any kind of hate? But some people r prolly gonna not believe me but ihdc. And real sorry for this cliff hanger, but shit gon get intense for da next chapter!) - SauceyBoi 😚