New Life - Adopted by skydoesminecraft (old)

Flying High

| I swear I've rewritten this chapter three times and I'm literally gonna scream if I don't like how this one comes out. Eugh.

But I'm back, and here's another chap! I would love if you checked out my other stories too, like my long running Merome which needs one more vote to be updated, or my new skylox story called Hallelujah that I'm working on.

But that's about it, enjoy your update! |

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For once, I didn't dream of dim hallways. I dreamt of my mother.

I could tell it was a memory by the way everything looked, as if I had gotten two feet shorter. I sat next to my mom on the couch, and my small frame snuggled close to her side as I watched a cartoon on TV. From what I could see, it was the living room. Off-white carpet, a dresser holding the TV that was painted a light lavender-blue by my mom who was tired of the beige color scheme. There was a tripartite window to the left, the sill blocked by a dingy couch. I felt my chest pinch with nostilagia and longing.

My mom was just as pretty as I remembered.  Hazel eyes, plump lips, long brown hair not yet tainted by the grey of old age. She had acne scars dotting her jaw and cheekbones, though I knew without them she had the beauty of any model on the runway. Her eyes were shaped like half-moons, and crinkled when she smiled, a trait she and I both shared. She wasn't smiling now, however, looking down at me with a touch of melancholy in her gaze.

"Haley?" It was my first name, and she used it around the house but not out in public,  as requested by me.

"Yeah?" I hummed in reply, hearing the echo of my light tone, sounding faded.

"Are you happy?"

I didn't expect the question,  looking up at her questioningly. "What do you mean momma?"

"Are you happy?" She repeated.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Good." I was graced with her smile and the scene faded as if I was watching the end scene of a movie.

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It was early morning,  judging by the sun streaming through my window at an odd angle. Adam wasn't there, sadly, but we were leaving today for Washington. He may be packing to leave in his hotel room.

I decided to prep for travel myself, finding my bag with my clothes in it.  I picked out another jumper, this time black with shiny thread woven into it, and another pair of jeans with my usual purple and pink tennis shoes. I dressed quickly.

I double checked to make sure I had everything: clothes, my laptop and charger, art supplies in my carry-on. I didn't know exactly how long this flight would be, and I got bored easy.