Chapter 1: Shadows in the light. ((Ch. 1))

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The wind was impossible to ignore as she walked down the road to her house. If you could really call it one. Sure, it was in the shape of a house, but it wasn’t hers. It was a strangers, she was living with strangers. Strangers, she now knew were her parents. She still hated them, what orphan wouldn’t. After all those years locked away in an orphanage, they suddenly show up demand her back. Her parents had barely been making it through when her dad had put all the money he and her mother had on a loser horse that actually ended up winning. So now she lived in this huge estate on the upper side of Seattle. There was no love in her new home. There was plenty between her mother and father that was sure, with a new baby on the way and all, but there was none felt twords her., at the very least from her. What did they expect? They left her for 15 years at an orphanage on the lower west side. Sure they came back to get her, but that was only because they felt guilty and had the money to care for her now. They’d offered her so many things over the course of the past two months. A car, a horse, a maid, so many different “rich kid toys”. She turned down the one she could survive without. But she couldn’t pass up the separate guest house just for her. There was nothing more she appreciated from them then the fact that they let her stay away from them as much as humanly possible. She had her old laptop and cellphone she bought when she was working for Madame Louville across the street from her old home. She had so much fun in that bookstore. Helping customers pick out books and stacking the books away, it was the only thing she lived for then. Now, it was “improper” for her to be working on the lower west side. Heaven forbid she even visit the place she grew up in. So she mostly stayed in her private guest house and read. She read what other people wrote and she read what she wrote. She didn’t need anything else. She strode up the front steps of her guest house and took out her key. Sliding into the lock she opened the door. She carefully placed her new selection of books on the door side table, and promptly strode over to the desk with her laptop on it. She checked her email. Nothing from Aroll or Caroline. That’s all she ever looked forward to everyday. Her best friends she was forced to leave. Orphans didn’t get adopted anymore, that was a known fact. Plus once you hit the age of 14 your no longer cute enough to even want to be adopted. She plopped unto her bed, as the foam mattress consumed her. She stared up at her ceiling the constellations dancing around her head. She wanted to go home, to her real home. Not this place she was forced to live in, but the place shed grown in. The place she’d learned. A realization struck her. She hopped off her bed, grabbed her backpack and her bus pass and left.
 
She got on the bus and sat down, wondering who she should call first. The orphanage or the bookstore. She decided against both and went straight to the bookstore. She turned the familiar brass handle and stepped into the mocha scented front room. It was a humid Tuesday afternoon in the middle of July. The usual patrons were sipping away their coffee snuggled up in their long sleeves. She waved to Mr. Maloney and Mrs. Garrison who were discussing the latest World War II journal. They nodded back in her general direction, no doubt into the heated section of tonight’s ramblings. She trod to the back of the bookstore, looking for any sign of Caroline. She was somewhere she just knew it. She searched through the ancient worlds section and was just about to head to the dark arts section when she heard a high-pitched laugh. She smiled to herself as she strolled into the romantic comedy section. Caroline was seated cross legged in the middle of the aisle reading “Smitten and Bitten”. Zoë sat cross-legged right across from her, and stated in a husky voice, “excuse me mam but could you help me find the saucy homosexual romance novels?”. Caroline looked up blinked once and sprang, tackling Zoë backwards. “what are you doing here!!” Caroline screeched. Zoë laughed. “hello to you too C.” she stated while Caroline squeezed the life out of her. Zoë stood up and proceeded to help Caroline to do so. “C, I wont take no for an answer, what do you say to leaving Seattle behind altogether. Me you and Aroll could go live in Rhode Island where no one will ever find us.” Zoë said holding Caroline’s hands, her eyes full of excitement. Caroline’s face didn’t reflect the type of excitement Zoë was expecting. “Aroll got…” Was all Caroline could utter before Zoë realized what had happened. “How is that possible? Arrol’s seventeen!!” Zoë said angrily. “no self respecting to-be parent would adopt a seventeen year old!!” she raised her hand to support her head. Caroline casually rubbed Zoë’s arm. “Look I didn’t believe it either, but the old woman that adopted him is the greatest lady ever.” Caroline said her eyes pleading with Zoë’s for a spark of happiness. “Her name is Abigal Bloodscourch, and shes an elderly woman who lives alone and was looking for some company. She’s wealthy and has no children of her own to spend it on. Arrol spends time with her and cares for her, and he’s like the son she never had.” Caroline said her eyes filled with hope. Zoë put down her fist and asked “Where”. Caroline stared at a recent batch of customers and said “Los Angeles”. Zoë’s head hung for a moment. She lifted it up looked Caroline straight in the eye and said, “California is a lot warmer then Rhode Island anyways.” They both smilled. Joining hands they walked out of the bookstore and into the Seattle Rain.
 
In her backpack, Zoë had her cellphone, 400$ in twenty dollar bills, her laptop, a million coupons for Wendy’s, a cat figurine Arrol had gotten her for her birthday, pajama’s,  and a map of the bus routes for the west coast. They walked across the street to the orphanage, and climbing in through the fire escape into Caroline’s room. Caroline packed all the things she could possibly need. Some extra clothes, some money, her mothers locket, her rag doll, a pillow, and her ivory and emerald inlaid hairbrush. Once everything she needed was neatly tucked away in her backpack as silently and quick as possible, they shimmied back out down the fire escape. The Seattle rain had not ceased as they made their way to the corner of 2nd and 5th. They waited there in silence until a cold and rusty bus pulled to a grueling halt in front of them. Zoë took out her bus pass and presented it to the driver who stamped it twice and presented it back to her. Zoë and Caroline took to the back of the buss and sat down. Caroline took to the window and stared out it pensively. “Everything’s going to be fine, C” Zoë said a bit of concern in her voice. Caroline stared back at her, her bright red hair gleaming with the shine of the rain. She closed her greens eyes once, nodded and said “I sure hope so”. Zoë and Caroline were as different as night and day. Zoë had dark blue black raven hair with naturally perfect arched eyebrows. Her eyes mirrored her soul, a cold ice blue with tiny specks of black. Caroline and Zoë both stared out of two different sets of windows watching the rain soaked roads of Seattle fly by. The bus dropped them off at a different bus stop. Zoë took Caroline’s hand and led her to the front desk. “Two bus tickets to L.A.” Zoë said handing the man at the desk 100$. He took the twenty’s double counted them, shook his head and gave them their tickets. The man at the desk said “Next bus leaves in about ten minutes”. At that Caroline and Zoë left him, still hand in hand, as they walked out to the bus dock. Sitting on the bench their hands parted so they could silently think. Unable to take the silence Zoë spoke. “So, how have things been at the orphanage after I left?”. Caroline looked up to take the question but immediately looked down when she’d heard it. “Well after you left, it was about two weeks when Arrol left.” Caroline said as she played with her fingers. “and after that…?” Zoë said hurt evident in her eyes. Caroline looked her in the eye and said “It became excrutionarily boring” she added with a smirk. Zoë smiled back as Caroline hugged her. Just then the bus pulled up and they gathered their things. They boarded the bus and sat in the very back seat. The bus departed as the Seattle rain hindered the ability to enjoy the scenery.


Submitted: June 03, 2008

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