Hunger

Chapter 1 "Lemon Sorbet"

It was a cold and rainy day -not like it was a change to the regular weather we usually had here. I sat in my father's car -front seat to be exact, as he drove me to my mother's house back in Everton Hill.

My father wanted me to move back to my mother, purely because she needed some extra help with my delusional grandmother -and not because my dad can't keep a single job that he gets. Don't get me wrong though, I knew for a long time that I had to move back to my mother's house, but I just thought I had more time to say goodbye to the people I never spoke to?

Maria or "my mother" as my dad wants me to call her, was never anything but kind and wouldn't even hurt a bug! But sometimes she would be too nice to people, so nice sometimes that she would let a stranger sleep on her living room couch and wouldn't be surprised if her entire house was robbed the next morning! So, I guess that becoming delusional runs in my mother's side of the family?

The rain repeatably hit my dad's front car window, just like mother-nature tried to stop him from bringing me closer and closer to Maria's house.

The radio kept on playing the same old tunes, like we had somehow travelled back in time to the 1980s. My father's attempt at changing the radio channels to find something a little up-to-date songs, was a fail. The only radio channel playing tunes was Everton Hill's local radio station, who played the same old songs we had heard about a hundred times before.

My father eventually accepted that his many attempts were a fail and came to like the radio channel -he even jammed out to the song "It must be love" by Madness. He swayed his shoulders and head to the rhythm of the song, eventually waiting for me to join his one man show, but I wasn't interested.

"Come on, have a little fun!" said my father, attempting to get me into his groove.

I knew my father tried to make up for his suddenly decision of me moving in with my mother, but I didn't want him to bribe me with treats and stuff I didn't care about. He had already bought me a jacket that I always wanted, and he kept on asking me for stuff I had wished for, but I told him every time that I needed nothing more from him.

After my father's attempt at getting me to groove with him fell short, both him and I went quiet for a while, not talking what-so-ever and it wasn't until we reached Maria's abnormally large house that he finally broke the silence. "This is it" said my father in a nervous gulp as he drove up the driveway, to the large wine-colored fairytale-looking house with the unusual amounts of windows.

I looked up at the house and tried to figure out how many floors it had, but it seemed impossible to count with the amounts of windows. The house looked like as if a small five-year-old was given the task to make a house in the sims, and the just threw a bunch of things on it.

"Do you need help with your bags?" asked my father politely and unbuckled his seatbelt.

I looked up at the house once more before I unbuckled my seatbelt as well and opened my car door to the scent of wet wood and mossy stone. "Here are your bags" said my father and accidentally dropped them in a small puddle, "thanks dad" I replied and forced a smile on my face, giving him a hug before I sent him as far away from Maria's house as possible.

And there I stood, in the driveway looking out on the different houses around, while wearing an old jacket I stole from my father's closet a while back.

"Hello!" yelled a peculiar voice coming from somewhere in the neighborhood, "Hello, behind you!" said the same jittery voice, but this time I heard it from behind me.

Up by the front door stood an absurdly dressed lady, waving for me to come over to where she was standing?

I hesitantly grabbed my bags from the puddle where my father had dropped them in, and carried them all the way past Maria's flowery gardens leading up to the front door where the absurd lady stood and waited for me. "Hey" I said and reached my hand out to greet her, "You're Finnegan, right?" asked the jittery lady and barely grabbed on to my hand. "Yeah, Finn." I replied and seriously questioned what kind of drug my parents were on, when they named me 'Finnegan'?