This is the first chapter to a new story I started writing last week. Out of all of my stories *EVER* this one has taken over to become my absolute favorite. You can find the Prologue here: viewtopic.php?t=65538
NOW!
Moving on...
…Chapter One…
Wynne woke to the sight of dappled sunlight speckling the backseat of the car. Her mother and father were talking quietly in the front seat, seemingly unaware of her wakefulness as yet. She quickly closed her eyes, turning her head as though still asleep towards the window before opening her eyes again. On the other side of the glass, there was only the forest rushing past. Lining the road on either side and bending it’s leafy arms above the road.
Sneaking a glance in the rearview mirror by her mother’s elbow, Wynne could see the medium-sized moving truck that had following behind them the whole trip. Packed full with the belongings that her father had permitted them to bring along. She still clearly remembered that night, just a few months ago when he had charged in the front door, his ice-blue eyes positively wild with excitement.
“They’ve promoted me!” he had declared, spinning her mother around the room, laughing the whole while. “I’ll be the head of the whole emergency ward!”
“But what about Dr. Wren?” Wynne’s mother had asked next, laughing along with her father the whole while, and that was when Wynne had entered from the living room.
“Oh, no, no ,no!” Dad had answered, shaking his head and running his fingers through his constantly untidy hair. “We’re not staying here, we’re moving!”
Mum’s gasp hadn’t been nearly enough to describe the way Wynne’s heart had shot downwards.|
“Moving? How soon?”
“Not a week from now!” Dad had replied, before dashing up the stairs. Presumably to get a head start on the packing.
Dad had been wrong though. It was more then a week, because the house hadn’t sold right away. But Wynne was quite fine with that. She was fourteen! She had friends back in Vancouver, and there were familiar places and the plans that she had had for the rest of the summer. For the rest of her life too!
The thought had crossed her mind to simply deny that she was moving, and lock herself in her room. Refusing to leave. But then there was a certain romanticism about the whole idea. It was quite tragic really. And if the whole event had been taking place in a novel, she was sure that the heroine would eventually make things end up okay.
“Wynne? Are you awake?” Mum was leaning around her seat, nudging Wynne’s knee. “We’re almost there.”
Wynne straightened up, turning her gaze from the forestry outside to her mother’s face, leaning around the side of the seat. Mum didn’t look anything like her. She knew that as plain as day. Often, she had looked in the mirror and wished she looked like her mother. But it hadn’t happened yet.
Her hair was long and perfectly straight, but layered in a way that when she tossed her head, it seemed to been a little bit of gold. Her face was beautiful and kind, and Wynne didn’t think that she ever got angry. She used to be a actress, or so Dad had told Wynne many times. But whenever he mentioned the topic, Mum only blushed and looked down smiling.
“Yeah, I’m awake.” Wynne answered, returning her mother’s smile before looking back to the window.
“The town is just coming up here.” Dad said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Our house is just on the edge of it.”
Wynne nodded.
Dad was the one whose looks Wynne had inherited. What with his wild, curly black hair that stuck out at every angle, depending on how early he got up. But if it was earlier then nine, it was sure to be utterly untamed. His face was darkly tanned from the hours that he spent outside. Whether it was running, working, biking or fishing. While his nails were almost more well manicured then her mother’s. But it was his eyes that everybody remembered.
Back in Vancouver, nobody knew the name of Dr. Lewis. There had been another Dr. Lewis working in a orthodontist’s clinic who was quite well known, but if you asked about the one working in the hospital. Well! No one knew of that man’s existence. But if you asked for the man with the slightly insane, sharp blue eyes. Nearly everyone who has made acquaintance with him would remember.
Wynne had the same dark hair, though it was only half as curly. And she nearly constantly kept it pulled back in a ponytail, of which only a few small strands could escape and curl. Her face somewhat resembled him, with a small mouth and wider cheekbones. Her eyes were blue, but not as bright and hardly as memorable as her father’s.
She wished to be memorable, almost as much as she wished to be pretty.
But not quite as much.
The car came to a slowed halt on a cement pad just off of the road. Quickly coming back to the present, Wynne turned to the window to find herself facing the highway that had just been traveling. But across the road was a series of houses. Each dramatically different then the other. Some with roofs caving in and vines growing up the sides, and others with neatly cut lawns and freshly painted sides.
“That’s our house.” Dad said, rolling down the window and sticking his head outside. Looking in the opposite direction that Wynne had been.
Wynne was surprised, she had only see trees and weeds where her father was looking now. But when she undid her seat belt and crawled to the other side of the car, she could spot the barely visible stone staircase that seemed to have been built into the very side of the mountain.
“Alright. I see stairs.” Mum was saying from the front seat. “But where’s the house?”
“Up.” Was Dad’s only reply.
Wynne stopped looking at the stairs and tried looking up the side of the mountain. After a very long flight of steep steps, you seemed to finally reach the house, which appeared as only a brown shingled roof against the greenery.
“You said it’s old, isn’t it?” Wynne asked, rolling down her window to get a better look.
“Yes, built in eighteen-ninety-three. Nobody has even lived it for the past twenty-some years.” Wynne could hear the barely concealed excitement in her father’s voice. As well as being a good doctor, he was also an enthusiastic history buff.
“Carry groceries up those stairs isn’t going to be fun.” Mum sounded much less excited by this prospect, and the movers who had gotten out of the truck behind them seemed to be thinking the same thing.
“Alright, let’s start the unloading!” Dad called to the trio of men, getting out of the car and starting towards the stairs. Not even bothering to close the door behind him.
“Are you excited about moving here?” Mum asked quietly, looking to the backseat where Wynne was still perched on her knees, looking up at what was to be her new home.
Wynne paused. She was momentarily unsure of whether to lie or not, then just shook her head, shrugging. “Whatever.”
It wasn’t much of a response, but as her mother turned and got out of the car she could have sworn she heard Mum mutter. “Me too.”
Then, for the first time, Wynne realized that she might not be the only person unhappy about the move.
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I really enjoyed this.
