A Change of life. A Change of Heart., chapter 1
Do you have an idol? I do. Actually, I have three. You probably know your idols. I don't know mine. In fact, they don't even know I exist.
My name is Amber, I'm 15, and I have long, ginger hair and bright blue eyes.
I live with my mom in Rodeo, California. I never knew my dad, he was my mom's boyfriend, and she was only 16 when she had me. Grandma was really mad and told her to get an abortion. She refused and left home. My dad had already left to work more on his band, mom will never tell me his name though. She won't even talk about my dad. The only thing I know about him is that he has blue eyes. She always says that I have my father's eyes and her hair.
I love being a red head. It's more unique, even though I get teased about it. I don't care, though. I love feeling unique.
I got home from school one day to find my mom in the kitchen, a note in her hand, and she was crying.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked
"Grandma," she sobbed.
"What's she done now?" I sighed.
Mom passed me the note, her hands trembling.
Dearest Daughter, Josephine,
It has come to my attention that your daughter, my granddaughter, is failing in school. This has to change. You gave up your own education to have her, and I believe she is acting extremely ungrateful.
This is why I have made arrangements for her to come and live with your father and me.
I know she will be thrilled at the prospect of coming to live with us and get a better education, here in Oakland. Your father is looking forward to seeing her greatly, although I am slightly worried about her behaviour. But I am sure she will fit right in.
I have enclosed a one-way train ticket from Rodeo to Oakland for Saturday, since school finishes for the summer on Friday, she will be able to get used to life in Oakland before school starts again in September.
I am sure you shall be upset to see her go, but we must do what's best for Amber, it will also help you greatly knowing that their will be one less mouth to feed.
I shall look forward to seeing Amber soon.
Mother
I re-read the letter, not believing my eyes.
"She can't do this!" I yelled. "I'm not going!"
"Ber, you have to go," Mom said
"Why? I love it here!"
"I know, but you will get a better life in Oakland with your grandparents," she sighed.
"But, I'm fine here with you!" I protested.
"Just go, please! I want you to have the best life possible, and this is best for you!" she said loudly.
"FINE! I'LL GO! BUT DON'T EXPECT ME TO ACT ANY DIFFERENTLY!" I screamed and ran upstairs into my room.
I slammed the door and turned on my favourite Green Day CD, Dookie, and turned the sound right up.
The lyrics to my favourite song ran through my head.
She, she screams in silence,
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind...
Saturday came, and I left home early to catch the train, not even saying bye to Mom.
Later on the train I wished I had. I put my iPod on and started to sing along quietly to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".
The train eventually came to a stop, and I slung my guitar over my shoulder, stuffed my iPod into my pocket, and picked up my bag.
I trudged off the train and noticed Granddad waiting for me.
I walked over to him. I liked my Granddad; he always gave me candy, and he tried to be nice to me.
"Hello love," he smiled and took my bag. "Is this all you've got?"
"I won't be staying long, Joan will send me back home soon," I muttered.
Granddad patted my head and passed me a small sweet from inside his pocket. It annoyed him that I called Grandma by her first name.
"Thanks Granddad."
Granddad drove me back 'home', and I walked in, not bothering to wipe my feet. I ran upstairs into the room that I always stayed in when I came.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled.
What the hell had she done to my room?
"Hello Amber, dear," said my grandmother, walking in.
"What - have - you - done?"
"Oh, do you like it?"
"NO! IT'S PINK AND HAS FLOWERS ON THE FRIGGING WALL!" I screamed.
"Language Amber, you'll disturb the neighbours with all your shouting!" scolded Joan.
"You know something, Joan? I wish you would just stop interfering in my life! I was happy with Mom in Rodeo!" I cried.
"Amber, now really, I must insist that you calm down," she frowned.
"Get out of my life," I muttered.
I grabbed my bag that I had discarded on the floor, hitched my guitar further up my shoulder, and ran downstairs and out of the house.
I ran all the way down the road, round the corner, and ran into the park.
I stopped running, breathing heavily, and sat down on the swing. It was stifling hot, and I hadn't had anything to eat or drink. I held onto the swing and closed my eyes and swung back and forth gently, tears rolling slowly down my cheek.
My name is Amber, I'm 15, and I have long, ginger hair and bright blue eyes.
I live with my mom in Rodeo, California. I never knew my dad, he was my mom's boyfriend, and she was only 16 when she had me. Grandma was really mad and told her to get an abortion. She refused and left home. My dad had already left to work more on his band, mom will never tell me his name though. She won't even talk about my dad. The only thing I know about him is that he has blue eyes. She always says that I have my father's eyes and her hair.
I love being a red head. It's more unique, even though I get teased about it. I don't care, though. I love feeling unique.
I got home from school one day to find my mom in the kitchen, a note in her hand, and she was crying.
"Mom? What's wrong?" I asked
"Grandma," she sobbed.
"What's she done now?" I sighed.
Mom passed me the note, her hands trembling.
Dearest Daughter, Josephine,
It has come to my attention that your daughter, my granddaughter, is failing in school. This has to change. You gave up your own education to have her, and I believe she is acting extremely ungrateful.
This is why I have made arrangements for her to come and live with your father and me.
I know she will be thrilled at the prospect of coming to live with us and get a better education, here in Oakland. Your father is looking forward to seeing her greatly, although I am slightly worried about her behaviour. But I am sure she will fit right in.
I have enclosed a one-way train ticket from Rodeo to Oakland for Saturday, since school finishes for the summer on Friday, she will be able to get used to life in Oakland before school starts again in September.
I am sure you shall be upset to see her go, but we must do what's best for Amber, it will also help you greatly knowing that their will be one less mouth to feed.
I shall look forward to seeing Amber soon.
Mother
I re-read the letter, not believing my eyes.
"She can't do this!" I yelled. "I'm not going!"
"Ber, you have to go," Mom said
"Why? I love it here!"
"I know, but you will get a better life in Oakland with your grandparents," she sighed.
"But, I'm fine here with you!" I protested.
"Just go, please! I want you to have the best life possible, and this is best for you!" she said loudly.
"FINE! I'LL GO! BUT DON'T EXPECT ME TO ACT ANY DIFFERENTLY!" I screamed and ran upstairs into my room.
I slammed the door and turned on my favourite Green Day CD, Dookie, and turned the sound right up.
The lyrics to my favourite song ran through my head.
She, she screams in silence,
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind...
Saturday came, and I left home early to catch the train, not even saying bye to Mom.
Later on the train I wished I had. I put my iPod on and started to sing along quietly to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".
The train eventually came to a stop, and I slung my guitar over my shoulder, stuffed my iPod into my pocket, and picked up my bag.
I trudged off the train and noticed Granddad waiting for me.
I walked over to him. I liked my Granddad; he always gave me candy, and he tried to be nice to me.
"Hello love," he smiled and took my bag. "Is this all you've got?"
"I won't be staying long, Joan will send me back home soon," I muttered.
Granddad patted my head and passed me a small sweet from inside his pocket. It annoyed him that I called Grandma by her first name.
"Thanks Granddad."
Granddad drove me back 'home', and I walked in, not bothering to wipe my feet. I ran upstairs into the room that I always stayed in when I came.
"OH MY GOD!" I yelled.
What the hell had she done to my room?
"Hello Amber, dear," said my grandmother, walking in.
"What - have - you - done?"
"Oh, do you like it?"
"NO! IT'S PINK AND HAS FLOWERS ON THE FRIGGING WALL!" I screamed.
"Language Amber, you'll disturb the neighbours with all your shouting!" scolded Joan.
"You know something, Joan? I wish you would just stop interfering in my life! I was happy with Mom in Rodeo!" I cried.
"Amber, now really, I must insist that you calm down," she frowned.
"Get out of my life," I muttered.
I grabbed my bag that I had discarded on the floor, hitched my guitar further up my shoulder, and ran downstairs and out of the house.
I ran all the way down the road, round the corner, and ran into the park.
I stopped running, breathing heavily, and sat down on the swing. It was stifling hot, and I hadn't had anything to eat or drink. I held onto the swing and closed my eyes and swung back and forth gently, tears rolling slowly down my cheek.
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