Je dois faire une merde
Chapter 1 (prolouge)
" Yo Gus, take off your necklace," I heard my annoying brother Evan murmur behind me.
" First off you know damn well not to call me Gus, second I'm keeping on the necklace," I sneer back at him. We were at the airport going through security. We were moving from a small town in Washington to a small town in England. I have never moved anywhere in my life, so having the first place be in an entirely different continent was terrifying. The only thing keeping me sane was my phone, my brother.....sometimes, and this necklace. My Grandpa gave it to me before he died. He was my best friend. We used to go to the harbor in Seattle were he's from and go on ferry rides. One of the reasons we decided to move (besides my mom getting a job) was everything back home was so depressing. The necklace was the one thing keeping me connected to my grandpa through the move, I really didn't want to move. I have never been popular like most people but I do have some close friends I'll miss. I made a schedule of calling them so I wouldn't be lonely.
Monday - Jade
Tuesday - Emily
Wednesday - Jack
Thursday - Chris
Fridays - Trevor
It was a lot but it was worth it. All of them have always been there for me. I'm surprised Jade and Emily want to be friends with me. I have always gotten along better with boys, I'm just a major tomboy I guess.
" Come on don't be a jerk, take off the necklace and put it in the bin to get scanned so we're not late," Evan whined breaking me from my train of thought
" OH MY GOD FINEEEEEE," I sighed reluctantly taking off my necklace and placing it gently in the airports bin to get scanned.
After about two hours we were boarding the plane. My mom and Evan were by each other and I was next to some old man who was already asleep and drooling on my shoulder...just great. I pulled out my headphones and began to play some Fleetwood Mac instantly making me forget my nerves about moving.
So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was to the gypsy that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well you know that it does, well
Lightning strikes maybe once maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see you're a gypsy
You see you're a gypsy
To the gypsy
That remains
She faces freedom
With a little fear
Well I have no fear
I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see you're a gypsy
You see you're a gypsy
Lightning strikes
Maybe once maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Oh oh well it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes
Maybe once maybe twice
Oh
I still see your bright eyes bright eyes
And I've always loved you
And it all comes down to you
It all comes down to you
My eyes slowly fluttered shut as I dozed off thinking of my grandpa.
Notes
Ok so waddya think? If you're wondering about the song it's gypsy by fleetwood mac.
@TessBeBe
The good thing about reading all these fanfics is you learn which type of writing style you like and which you don't, so that helps you as a writer. Especially since you're still in high school! Don't give up just because you feel inferior to others, I once remember hearing someone say "if your the smartest in the room. You're in the wrong room." You can learn from these fellow writers, because some of them are so amazing I don't understand how they aren't published authors yet! You'll get there one day too! I know it, you have great potential and I can't wait to see where this story goes. Keep it up, I love it Xx
7/5/17