Turtles. (Not a story about turtles), chapter 1
She's April Waters. That's her name. It's 1987 in Oxford, England. But apparently NOW she was moving to somewhere name OAKLAND in the United States.
"Why OAKLAND? Where the hell's that, anyways. Oxford's bad enough. What do my parents, have a thing for places that start with Os? They're losers, anyways. But whatever. I've never even been out of Oxford. Why do I have to get out. Not that I like it here. But what makes you think I'm gonna like it better in Oakland?..." she said to herself.
"APRIL, HONEY! ARE YOU READY?!?!?!" her mom yelled from downstairs.
"What if I'll never be?" she yelled back.
"You're coming, sweetums."
"Shut up."
She slammed her suitcase on her bed and stuffed all her important things in it. What was left in her room. "Well, I'm leaving. There are enough bad memories here to last me a lifetime." She means that her stepfather, Will, hit her. She was depressed. She was a cutter. Maybe things could change. Yeah, right. she thought.
She made her way down the stairs with her suitcase and went outside into the car. "This sucks." she muttered. She sat down and waited for her "parents"...
***
Later on, in the airplane, Margaret and Will were making out. Gross. Sometimes, April just really wanted to die. Not because her parents were making out, but because of more. She didn't have fun with anything anymore. Wasn't life supposed to be fun? Thinking back, she couldn't remember the last time she had "fun"... But whatever. She fell asleep agaisnt the window and dreamt. Dreaming was okay. But whatever.
"Why OAKLAND? Where the hell's that, anyways. Oxford's bad enough. What do my parents, have a thing for places that start with Os? They're losers, anyways. But whatever. I've never even been out of Oxford. Why do I have to get out. Not that I like it here. But what makes you think I'm gonna like it better in Oakland?..." she said to herself.
"APRIL, HONEY! ARE YOU READY?!?!?!" her mom yelled from downstairs.
"What if I'll never be?" she yelled back.
"You're coming, sweetums."
"Shut up."
She slammed her suitcase on her bed and stuffed all her important things in it. What was left in her room. "Well, I'm leaving. There are enough bad memories here to last me a lifetime." She means that her stepfather, Will, hit her. She was depressed. She was a cutter. Maybe things could change. Yeah, right. she thought.
She made her way down the stairs with her suitcase and went outside into the car. "This sucks." she muttered. She sat down and waited for her "parents"...
***
Later on, in the airplane, Margaret and Will were making out. Gross. Sometimes, April just really wanted to die. Not because her parents were making out, but because of more. She didn't have fun with anything anymore. Wasn't life supposed to be fun? Thinking back, she couldn't remember the last time she had "fun"... But whatever. She fell asleep agaisnt the window and dreamt. Dreaming was okay. But whatever.
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