A Housewives' Tale

Chapter 2 - Abigail's Past Pt 1

Author's comment: okay, so this is a flashback to when Abigail first met Ronan, when they were 14....enjoy! xoxo

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-April 16, 1953-

I walked into schoool, avoiding the stares and whispers. Yeah, I'm 'that' girl. And by 'that', I mean the girl who is picked on and bullied because she isn't skimpy, because I am reserved and....controlled.

I hope God is planning some ugly duckling type of life for me....the only thing is, I just think he should skip to the part where I turn into a swan, 'cause I could really do with a transformation like that right now.

.....THUD! "Damn it!" I drop to the ground in an incredible fuss and papers went flying all over the place. Among the white, I manage to see a person on the ground next to me. "Oh my Lordy! I am so sorry, are you alright, this is all my fault, are you alright?" I rush to get up but only to find myself on the ground again. Then when I look up, I was amazed.

There above me, was a tall, hazel-eyed, slightly tanned boy,same age as me, kneeling next to me. He was wearing a white long-sleeved button up shirt (with all the buttons done up), a red bowtie, black trousers, black dress shoes and his dark brown hair was perfectly set in place with gel. "Hey there cutie, are you okay, you took quite a stumble there, I mustn't have been watching where I was walking" He smiled at me with his perfect teeth and I could think of nothing else to say but "I-I-I'm....". "He called me cutie!" I covered my mouth to hide my excitment inside.

Okay, for me, being called 'cutie' is big, and I mean BIG! Apparently, being 5"4, with dark blue eyes, ash blonde long hair, pale skin, perfect teeth and having some freckles isn't pretty enough in Riverton.

"Hey, earth to blondy. You spaced out there for awhile, I was starting to get worried there. Anyway, my name is Ronan Griffiths. I'm new here, came straight from New York last week. And you are?" He held out his hand, beckoning me to shake it as he asked my name. "M-my n-name is...um.....ahhh......my name is Abigail Dalton", as I shook his hand, I could feel my heart melting slightly.

Finally, after letting go of his hand, I gathered up all of my stuff and got up from the cold vinyl floor. "So do you need someone to show you around the school?" I composed myself quickly, trying not to embarrass myself even further. His answer actually caught me off-guard, "Well I was meant to meet a girl who was going to show me 'round but I'd probably prefer to go with you, especially since I just bowled you over in the corridor".

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"So that's Riverton High. So can I have a look at your timetable to see what classes you're in?" I politely reached out my hand and he then placed the piece of paper in my hand. Everytime he and I touched it made my heart leap for the stars. As I looked at the paper, my widened in disbelief.

"No way, that is definitely freaky!" I accidently thought out loud. "What's wrong?" He looked at me, slightly worried. "Oh, nothing bad, it's just that you are in all of my classes" Thank you God! Now that is what I'm talking about!

"Well, that's great!" He grinned while he spoke and it made it feel happy. "You must wanna put all of your stuff away, come on, we'll go the front office and get you a locker." I grabbed his hand and ran towards the office, making sure we wouldn't get caught.

"Hello Abigail, how can I help you?" Millie greeted me by pushing her glasses up her nose and smiling. "Hi Millie, this here is Ronan, he is new and he needs a locker." I leaned on the the front desk, using my sweetest voice to try and manipulate her to help us, instead of getting someone else to. "Fine, I will give him locker number 12. Here is your code, and welcome to Riverton High". She smiled and laughed as she handed him the little piece of paper with his code on it. "Thank you sooooo much Millie, I owe you deary!" We rushed out of the office and headed straight to his locker.

We headed to second period, which was English, in room 21, and pardoned ourselves for our lateness, utilising the fact that he was new and I was showing him around, blah, blah, blah.....

"Just hurry up and sit down, we have a lot of work to do". Our teacher is a little bit strict, but he can be cool sometimes.....yeah, sometimes.

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*Bell rings*

"Ugh, finally, I can go home" I sighed in huge relief as I walked out of school and headed for the bus. "Abigail, wait up!" I turn around to find that the voice calling out to me was Ronan. "Hey, do you wanna walk home together?" He looked straight at me, his eyes luring me in, making me wanna hug him or even...kiss him! "Yeah, of course" I grinned and when I did, his whole face lit up like the 4th of July. "Great! Let's go." We headed towards my house and talked the whole way home.

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-August 5, 1962-

If only I had known that from that day on, my life was about to change for better....and for worse.

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Hey guys, so sorry if this chapter was a bit long.....but there was a lot of stuff I had to put in.

So this is only the first part of the flashback to her history, the second part is about what ripped them apart and why she had to leave town.

Please read, vote, comment, whatever. I hope you like it so far, probably isn't very interesting, but it will get better, I promise..

Until next time, xoxo