Post by Will Wright on Mar 17, 2008 23:04:28 GMT
((This is set on saturday the 15th March))
Will sat on her bed and ripped open the envelope. Inside there was a card and in that card were-
"Wow!" Will's eyes widened in shock and excitement but shock was the dominant emotion.
Inside was fifty pounds and a plane ticket home.
She sat there staring at the money and ticket before reading her godparents fine script pn the card wiching her a happy sixteenth.
"Adam, Victoria, how, what, huh?" she couldn't think of anything eventful to say to what she found.
But-
"YES! I'M GOING HOME...FINALLY!" Will jumped up and down on her bed, screaming with joy.
She finally got to go and see her home again. The familiar home. To smell the familiar sweet smell of sandalwood.
She got to see her friends and her family again. It felt like years since she had last seen them.
Yes, these would be the reasons she wanted to go home, if not for the main reason. The reason she had waited for for so long. The dream was finally coming true.
Where she got to walk into her deceased parents home, her childhood dafe haven and appreciate it. Forget all those horrible memories and dreams she had been having since she was five years old. Of her parents dying. Finding her mum. Watching her dad fall dead right in front of her.
No.
It was going to be normal again. She was going to take it back, she was going to live there again. It was going to be her house. Everything would belong to her.
The vast garden, the luxurious manor. The old victorian wood.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end was instantly recognisable to her.
"Hey Vicky, how are you?" Will asked.
"Will? Oh honey, I've missed you so much! Why haven't you called us? We only got one letter from you!" the hurt in Vikcy's voice was not well concealed.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's been...hectic over here," What an understatement!
"That is no excuse for nto calling us. We've been worried sick!" Vickly scolded her.
"I know, I know. Thank you for my present," Will bit her lip, hoping her attempt to distract her godmother would work. Success yet again.
"You're very welcome, we want to see you again," Vicky's voice told Will she was smiling, "I'm going to put you on speaker phone hon',"
"Please...don't,"
"Hello sweetie," Adam's voice came from somewhere far from the phone.
"Hi Adam," Will shrugged as she fiddled with her money.
"How's school going?"
"Great, I did mention I was Head of the Carers in my letter, didn't I?" Will asked, unsure.
"Yes, you did," Victoria's silky voice answered.
"That's ok then," Will sighed with relief.
"So what's been happening that you couldn't call us or send us letter or e-mails?" Adam's voice sounded angry and hurt.
Guilt flooded through Will.
"Em, schoolwork, two battles, my boyfriend died, got a new one and died but came back. You know, the norm. What's been happening there?" Will rushed through it all.
Silence.
"Hello?"Will asked anxiously.
Silence.
"Adam?"
Nothing.
"Victoria?"Will now really worried.
A shriek.
Uh oh... Will was relieved that they were still there but now dreading what she just spat out.
"Hello?" she bit her lip.
"When you get home we are having a major talk young lady!" Adam's voice was frantis with worry, but not totally overrun with it as there was anger in it.
Victoria was wailing in the backround.
"I'm sorry I didn't-" The phone went dead.
Will sat there in her guilt.
She had been wrong not to contact them. Now she might not be allowed back to the school when she went home again.
"What have I done?" she cried out loud.
She hit the bed hard and eventually she hit the headbar.
"Aow, fudge!" she shouted.
Now was not the time to lose herself.
Then a saying that her grandfather used to say to her when she was younger and wrong.
Just sit there, inyour wrongness and be wrong!
Usually her reply to that was no but now-
"Yes, I will!"
Will sat on her bed and ripped open the envelope. Inside there was a card and in that card were-
"Wow!" Will's eyes widened in shock and excitement but shock was the dominant emotion.
Inside was fifty pounds and a plane ticket home.
She sat there staring at the money and ticket before reading her godparents fine script pn the card wiching her a happy sixteenth.
"Adam, Victoria, how, what, huh?" she couldn't think of anything eventful to say to what she found.
But-
"YES! I'M GOING HOME...FINALLY!" Will jumped up and down on her bed, screaming with joy.
She finally got to go and see her home again. The familiar home. To smell the familiar sweet smell of sandalwood.
She got to see her friends and her family again. It felt like years since she had last seen them.
Yes, these would be the reasons she wanted to go home, if not for the main reason. The reason she had waited for for so long. The dream was finally coming true.
Where she got to walk into her deceased parents home, her childhood dafe haven and appreciate it. Forget all those horrible memories and dreams she had been having since she was five years old. Of her parents dying. Finding her mum. Watching her dad fall dead right in front of her.
No.
It was going to be normal again. She was going to take it back, she was going to live there again. It was going to be her house. Everything would belong to her.
The vast garden, the luxurious manor. The old victorian wood.
"Hello?" the voice on the other end was instantly recognisable to her.
"Hey Vicky, how are you?" Will asked.
"Will? Oh honey, I've missed you so much! Why haven't you called us? We only got one letter from you!" the hurt in Vikcy's voice was not well concealed.
"I know, I'm sorry, it's been...hectic over here," What an understatement!
"That is no excuse for nto calling us. We've been worried sick!" Vickly scolded her.
"I know, I know. Thank you for my present," Will bit her lip, hoping her attempt to distract her godmother would work. Success yet again.
"You're very welcome, we want to see you again," Vicky's voice told Will she was smiling, "I'm going to put you on speaker phone hon',"
"Please...don't,"
"Hello sweetie," Adam's voice came from somewhere far from the phone.
"Hi Adam," Will shrugged as she fiddled with her money.
"How's school going?"
"Great, I did mention I was Head of the Carers in my letter, didn't I?" Will asked, unsure.
"Yes, you did," Victoria's silky voice answered.
"That's ok then," Will sighed with relief.
"So what's been happening that you couldn't call us or send us letter or e-mails?" Adam's voice sounded angry and hurt.
Guilt flooded through Will.
"Em, schoolwork, two battles, my boyfriend died, got a new one and died but came back. You know, the norm. What's been happening there?" Will rushed through it all.
Silence.
"Hello?"Will asked anxiously.
Silence.
"Adam?"
Nothing.
"Victoria?"Will now really worried.
A shriek.
Uh oh... Will was relieved that they were still there but now dreading what she just spat out.
"Hello?" she bit her lip.
"When you get home we are having a major talk young lady!" Adam's voice was frantis with worry, but not totally overrun with it as there was anger in it.
Victoria was wailing in the backround.
"I'm sorry I didn't-" The phone went dead.
Will sat there in her guilt.
She had been wrong not to contact them. Now she might not be allowed back to the school when she went home again.
"What have I done?" she cried out loud.
She hit the bed hard and eventually she hit the headbar.
"Aow, fudge!" she shouted.
Now was not the time to lose herself.
Then a saying that her grandfather used to say to her when she was younger and wrong.
Just sit there, inyour wrongness and be wrong!
Usually her reply to that was no but now-
"Yes, I will!"