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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:41:15 GMT
I wanted to add more to this so I brought it from the old MH.
Author's Note(AN): I was inspired to write and this is what flowed from my thoughts. It's nothing fancy like some of the other fanfics and such I've written before, but I hope you enjoy it. I'm writing as I go so if you could comment and tell me how you like it so far then I might continueWARNING: I would rate this story PG-13
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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:42:03 GMT
Chapter 1
It was morning. I can always tell it's morning no matter how dark of curtains I hang in my bedroom. The soft light illuminates the entire room, and touches the dresser with that empty vase, resting in the dust it's collected. I usually sleep deeply, and I can't tell what time it is until a couple of rays of sun flood my bed. Then I have to pull myself from the only warmth and comfort I receive, and greet the day, usually full of headaches, work and more work. Of course I can't say that I don't enjoy my life, because I do. Perhaps too much at times, when I find myself laughing at the mishaps of others. I'm Briar, simple as that. I was named after a thorn covered bush. My mom though it was a pretty name, who knows if she ever realized what it was like to grow up with a name like that. I still haven't lived up to my parents' expectations. I'm 25 and still without a decent career. Every Sunday I drive to Grand Haven to visit them in there retirement funded home they own. It's nice, really, they worked hard all their lives, and they live like royalty now. They always greet me with plastic smiles, and soft hugs until the welcome mode wears off, and then they bumbard me with questions and unwanted advise.
"Sweetie, maybe you should try to find a new apartment in Detroit. Your brother says the employment there is thriving. And with his two children, I'm sure you'd be a great help to him and Katrina," my mother said as she lifted her tea cup from it's saucer to her lips. The living room had been the same color, had the same funiture, same curtains since they moved in. Nothing could be moved or touched. That's the way the elderly like it, unchanged. Comfortable.
"You know I could never live there, mom. I mean, nothing against Patrick, but I don't want to move just to be a convienent babysitter for him and his wife."
"How could you say that? You know that Patrick only has your well being in mind. He's been good to you you're whole life, Briar. You ought to be greatful that you have a brother like him to give you a chance to take up his offer," her eyes lowered back down to her cup.
Yes, it was an all to familiar scene. She didn't say all of it, not yet at least.
"What offer?"
"Oh just to live with his family an--." I stopped her before she could say anymore, because I knew it already.
"Exactly what I said before mother, I will not, and cannot become a babysitter for his children."
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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:42:56 GMT
I was being harsh,and I knew it. She just didn't understand that I still hadn't started my life. I was wandering around, working at one job for a few months and then going on to another for usually an even shorter period of time. I was stuck, traped. College wasn't for me, and then I found myself in a studio apartment, hardly eating to pay for the classes. Finally, I gave that up. It was too much, just too much I couldn't handle at 19. So, I worked at a gas station, real estate offices, a few retail stores, and then finally I came across the job I have now. I work at a restaurant/bakery, and I make a measly 6.75 per hour, even on holidays. I live in a one bedroom apartment located directly above a prostitute, and directly below a single mom with four children I'm not even joking when I say that it's non-stop noise from seven in the morning until well past midnight. I find myself awake all night, drinking soda, and watching Insomniac on my black and white tv. What else does my life hold for me? If you think I'm throwing myself a pity party every chance I get then your sadly mistaken. I really try, I do, but living here in Flint, Michigan is holding me back. I need a change. A long awaited change that will probably cost quite a bit. My friend Cameron suggested a trip. I told him he had to be crazy if he thought I'd work every weekend for a little extra cash to waste on a trip.
"I don't need a trip, Cameron. I need a new life. When I walk out this door I never want to come back," I said one day while I was talking to him on the phone.
"I understand, but how long is that going to take? You know your parents won't give you anymore. I'd help you but you know how well off I am at this moment."
We laughed. He was right thought. How long can I wait? I know I'm still in my 20's but what do I have to show for my past 25 years? Nothing. So what do I have to lose? Nothing.
"Hey Cameron, wanna leave the county? We could live like kings down in Mexico. You could have that house you always wanted and I'm sure I could find some interesting job down there and we cou--"
"Briar...leave the country? Honestly, do you think we'd be better off? I know I couldn't stand the heat down there, besides, you and me wouldn't mesh well. You know that."
It was terrible that he felt that way. For the longest time I could imagine him as more than a friend. Unfortunately it took me even longer to see that he would never be anything more. He was always distant, off in his future fantasy's containing the family and house he always wanted. I could never make his dreams come true. I was born steril, I could never have children. He could never look at me with his large hazel eyes and love me the way I wanted him to. We would always stay just friends, and after a while of crying and alot thinking, I realized it.
"Yeah your right, Mexico is poor and the violence is alot worse I hear," I said, dropping that idea.
"Don't worry about it, you'll find something that will work for you. You just have to be patient, Briar, even though that is a virtue that you have never had the honor of knowing."
"Kiss my ass, Cameron. Besides, when did you gain so much knowledge about virtues? For as long as I've known you all you've had is arrogance, and a charming smile. And where has that gotten you?"
"In the hearts of many a fair lady, Briar," he said in that causal, but smooth tone.
I giggled, he probably would never realized how true that statement was.
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Post by Xeion on Jun 16, 2004 0:43:37 GMT
Intreging please continue.
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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:45:12 GMT
Did you read it? I mean, I just posted it, you must be a really fast reader!
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Post by Xeion on Jun 16, 2004 0:47:42 GMT
Yeah I read it. I like it so far.
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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:49:09 GMT
Oh well thank you! I hope to write more when I have the spare time.
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Post by Xeion on Jun 16, 2004 0:51:34 GMT
I hope you can it's a really good story.
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Post by Solara on Jun 16, 2004 0:56:28 GMT
Well alot of people don't like my sometimes 'casual' way of writing...it's really laid back, no frilly adjectives or anything. Just story. Direct, straight to the point feelings that anyone with a pulse can understand and have care for. I like to make characters have there own style of talking...like, some characters are protrayed lovable, while others are short tempered, or isolated. That's what is fun about writing...you can mold imaginary people anyway you want and readers hate them or fall in love with them.
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Post by Xeion on Jun 16, 2004 1:58:38 GMT
Well on HH I cam up with a story but you wouldn't like it. It's in a play type of format.
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Post by Kelly on Jun 16, 2004 2:07:03 GMT
Geez, no wonder Briar's life sucks - he? she? I want to say he, because in a book I read, a guy's name was Briar, but it's hard to tell, except for that last part...ANYway lol - lives in Michigan! do you? I live near Livonia, but I have a friend in Grand Blanc, which isn't too far from flint. but really, this is an interesting story.
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Post by Damiana Morgan on Jun 16, 2004 2:14:59 GMT
Oh! Oh!!
That wasn't by any chance the 'Circle of Magic' series by Tamora Pierce, was it...?
Lol, sorry Solara.
'S a neeefty story. I look forward to more of your thoughts in type!
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Post by Kelly on Jun 16, 2004 2:44:04 GMT
it was indeed! Did you read the sequel quartet, or anything else by her? They're all EXCELLENT, for anybody here who hasn't read them.
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Post by Autumn on Jun 16, 2004 3:14:26 GMT
Please continue.
That is very good!
I can't wait to find out what happens next.
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Post by Damiana Morgan on Jun 16, 2004 18:03:49 GMT
Not yet, but I intend to ASAP *looks sheepish* sorry fer hijacking yer fanfic, Solara
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