Post by Jaywood on May 18, 2013 13:46:46 GMT -6
Chapter 1- Not finished and this will be updated ever 2 days.
It hadn't been long since we had moved to Nova Scotia, Halifax. I had once lived in the United States. In New York to be exact. As my mom and I drive down, I know I'd miss New York, flat green fields that stretch across the land. Often found with cattle grazing, only lifting there large heads up to look at the black ford truck.
My eyes watch trees and a few houses go by. I am fourteen and my name is Braden Martin. My father died before I was born and ever since we have I moved around a lot. The thing is that four years ago, I was in a car crash and lost my memory.
"Honey, don't be like that, you will meet new people." Mom says. She glances quickly before her eyes return to the road.
I turn to her and muttered, "well I can't make friends, we move around too much. Why do we move around so much anyways?" I seem to already know the answer.
"I got a better job there. I will get more money as a doctor here and they need more staff. You could also try harder, I know we move a lot, but you have a cell phone, you can make friends." My mother explains, rolling her eyes. After that all is silent, but I couldn't stop thinking and each one rung in my mind. Why is it always the same thing? I thought. I soon return my gaze to the window. My head lifted as I saw a man in black, a black car parked beside him. He wore a black hat, dark sunglasses, trench coat, even gloves. He was mysterious, piking my curiosity.
-Some symbol....-
Soon we made it to our new home. Mom parked the truck in front of the dirt house. The wood on the house is old, so dirty with cobwebs that made the wood look grey. Shock ragged through my body like a tornado. I was soon wondering why my mom wanted to move here, to this old cabin. This house was a log cabin, I was assuming it was cheap and that was why she bought it. My guess was that we weren't going to be here long at all.
I opened the door and slid out onto the gravel, it seem to crunch under my feet. My neck felt hot, like I am being watched. I looked around at the bushes and trees surrounding the cabin. The moving truck pulled up, making more of the crunching like sound. I turned to the noise, seeing nothing, but the truck. The trail is white, but the truck itself was grey. Soon I ignored it, and grabbed my bag from the passengers seat.
Now I like one second I was in New York and now I am in Halifax I was only in New York for a month and now I was here, waiting to move again. Inside all I felt was emptiness ever since we moved.
I let out a big sigh and walk up onto the deck. My mom began to take steps closer to me, her short blonde hair just above her shoulders, blue eyes shining.
"How about you got to town, meet some of the people?"
"Why? There is no longer a point." I reply on a mutter.
Her eyes glared at me and I could see the fire in her eyes. It was anger for what I had said. "Loose the attitude Braden. Someone is going to hurt you if you act like smart-insert swear here-." Her voice, snappy. She was serious.
"Fine, whatever you say." I mutter as put my arms up to the side of my face as if trying to look innocent for nothing. I lift my backpack from my side to over my right shoulder. I have no idea why I am taking it though. I walk down the forest path, leaves crunching under my weight. I was now feeling bad for everything I said, I know she is doing her best since dad died. What have I done? I am a jerk.
It hadn't been long since we had moved to Nova Scotia, Halifax. I had once lived in the United States. In New York to be exact. As my mom and I drive down, I know I'd miss New York, flat green fields that stretch across the land. Often found with cattle grazing, only lifting there large heads up to look at the black ford truck.
My eyes watch trees and a few houses go by. I am fourteen and my name is Braden Martin. My father died before I was born and ever since we have I moved around a lot. The thing is that four years ago, I was in a car crash and lost my memory.
"Honey, don't be like that, you will meet new people." Mom says. She glances quickly before her eyes return to the road.
I turn to her and muttered, "well I can't make friends, we move around too much. Why do we move around so much anyways?" I seem to already know the answer.
"I got a better job there. I will get more money as a doctor here and they need more staff. You could also try harder, I know we move a lot, but you have a cell phone, you can make friends." My mother explains, rolling her eyes. After that all is silent, but I couldn't stop thinking and each one rung in my mind. Why is it always the same thing? I thought. I soon return my gaze to the window. My head lifted as I saw a man in black, a black car parked beside him. He wore a black hat, dark sunglasses, trench coat, even gloves. He was mysterious, piking my curiosity.
-Some symbol....-
Soon we made it to our new home. Mom parked the truck in front of the dirt house. The wood on the house is old, so dirty with cobwebs that made the wood look grey. Shock ragged through my body like a tornado. I was soon wondering why my mom wanted to move here, to this old cabin. This house was a log cabin, I was assuming it was cheap and that was why she bought it. My guess was that we weren't going to be here long at all.
I opened the door and slid out onto the gravel, it seem to crunch under my feet. My neck felt hot, like I am being watched. I looked around at the bushes and trees surrounding the cabin. The moving truck pulled up, making more of the crunching like sound. I turned to the noise, seeing nothing, but the truck. The trail is white, but the truck itself was grey. Soon I ignored it, and grabbed my bag from the passengers seat.
Now I like one second I was in New York and now I am in Halifax I was only in New York for a month and now I was here, waiting to move again. Inside all I felt was emptiness ever since we moved.
I let out a big sigh and walk up onto the deck. My mom began to take steps closer to me, her short blonde hair just above her shoulders, blue eyes shining.
"How about you got to town, meet some of the people?"
"Why? There is no longer a point." I reply on a mutter.
Her eyes glared at me and I could see the fire in her eyes. It was anger for what I had said. "Loose the attitude Braden. Someone is going to hurt you if you act like smart-insert swear here-." Her voice, snappy. She was serious.
"Fine, whatever you say." I mutter as put my arms up to the side of my face as if trying to look innocent for nothing. I lift my backpack from my side to over my right shoulder. I have no idea why I am taking it though. I walk down the forest path, leaves crunching under my weight. I was now feeling bad for everything I said, I know she is doing her best since dad died. What have I done? I am a jerk.
