Fine Lines ~ Chapters 11- 20 Added
Joanne_8121:
Meet Abby! A normal teen with a normal life ... until what was comfort ended up to be the worst thing that could possibly happen to a young girl. Finding her feet again in life and starting over seemed impossible. Torn between different lives and different people, Abby grows to find out there are many fine lines in life, Love & Hate And Success & Failure ...
Hey guys! I've been writing this story since i was in highschool, hehehe after a massive hiatus i've decided to start writing again. I had been dancing around the idea of turning it into a sim story for about 2 months, and re writing it because its been 7 years since i started it. I really hope you will like it.
Pictures And Story By Joanne.
Joanne_8121:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Joanne_8121:
Well life officially sucked! Actually, my life was over … or perhaps I’m just a drama queen? I had just gotten home from being at my friend Rachel’s house. Usually no one is up when I return early in the morning. All I wanted to do was just toddle into my bathroom and have a warm shower and lie down, but as my steps clicked on the hard wood floor, it was quieter than normal. On Sunday morning mum is usually blaring music and wearing some rags around the house doing her usual Sunday clean. Something wasn’t right and I knew this when my dad approached me,
“Mum’s needs some alone time, shush,” he said placing his finger over his mouth. By the expression on his face after he had shushed me, I could tell he had more to say. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Maybe someone died? I sat down and prepared myself for something serious.
“ Abby, mum and I …” His voice kind of sunk, I cringed because I almost knew what was coming.
“We’ve decided to get a divorce,” The word just kinda hung there … almost echoed through the house even though he said it softly. I couldn’t even react. I knew they were distant to each other but it hit me like a ton of bricks because who ever thought that when you were 16 that your parents would split up? Especially after 19 years of marriage. The only selfish thing of me to say was,
“What about our trip to Brisbane this year?” On Christmas we sat around talking how we would be going on a family holiday. Maybe it was too far away for mum and dad, I think they needed the break sooner. Dad looked at me grimly, and said,
“I’m going up there alone, to stay with aunt Eva.” I was shocked. Without me? I was his daughter! Just because he is finished with mum was he finished with me too? My dad was always so cool and it was sometimes easy to call him my favourite parent. But suddenly I felt a distance between us. Dad got up from the chair and I followed him wanting to ask him why didn’t want to take me with him, but I just couldn’t ask because he seemed to be really hurting. He placed his hand on the wall near the stairs and didn’t even look at me when he turned to take a step up and say,
“I’m sorry Abby, it’s hard on me too. I need some alone time as well.” I watched him sigh and go upstairs. I fought back the tears in my eyes, I felt so incomplete.
My dad was going to be leaving in a couple of weeks. My parents crossed paths as strangers in the hall, and my heart sank every time I would notice the crumpled sheets on the lounge.
Why was I being kept in the dark about everything? They were selling the house! The house I grew up in, and loved my whole life. Mum had sparked the idea about us going to live in Perth where she was born, infact at the time I didn’t know she had signed up for a 2-bedroom apartment there. It wasn’t fair. I was going to have to leave everything I ever knew in Adelaide, including my friends. Not to mention I didn’t even want to go with her. I would much prefer living with dad. But then again, he didn’t even want me.
I just wish some one would pinch me, and wake me up from this nightmare.
Joanne_8121:
It was the last day of the week and I knew it was my last day at Adelaide High. There were people in my classes and friends in the group I said goodbye to, some were upset and others weren’t. I guess you really know who your friends are when you get a reaction like that. I should have been glad being rid of that hellhole, and saying good riddance to all those that hated me. I didn’t plan anything for my last two days here; I should have begged one of my friends to chuck me a going away/farewell party.
Instead I sorted through all my stuff and putting my clothes in garbage bags. Rachel even came to help. Rachel was the kind of girl who had never lifted a finger in her life. She helped me fold and pack … even scrub my walls from where band posters were. It was the worst when we hit some old photo albums. She was being emotional looking through pictures and reminiscing about all the good times we had. I put my arm around her and assured her,
“ Rach, it’s not the last time were going to see each other. There are always school breaks. Plus you’re my best friend …” She frowned and forced a smile. Rachel was such an optimist about relationships, telling me that they will probably get back together. But I knew it was set in stone because we were moving out, and the big for sale sign outside was a massive clue.
Later that night I was going through all my sheet music and singing every depressing song I had played on piano for the last 5 years. I had also been looking back on memories with all the songs I had written. I wanted to get upset; I wanted to show my parents that what was happening to me really mattered. I had barely said a word in the last few weeks. I wanted to break the silence and have a hissy fit about how much it was affecting me. Mum came in to check on me; there she was standing in the doorway with big bags under her eyes and running mascara. I suppose her reminiscing was maybe a little harder. But I wasn’t accepting this change, and she was. I guess grown up adult problems are much more complex than I thought, because if it were me I would be trying harder. But that’s probably just selfish me again … because I don’t want to go.
In the morning I knew it was my last day in Adelaide, I wanted to do so many things because I didn’t know how long it was going to be before I would return here. I threw on a hoodie and decided to go for a walk. All my emotions were spilling over when I looked about my bedroom and house. I had to get out of it. I stared and actually appreciated all my neighbours and their gardens and normally they wouldn’t even phase me on my way home from school each day. But I counted letterboxes til I reached the end of the street.
I found a bus stop chair and sat there and watched traffic go by, and decided to get on the first bus that stopped. Consequently it passed right near my friend Rachel’s house. I pulled out my cell and called mum and told her that I wanted to spend some time with Rach before we left. Mum seemed to be a little carefree today; I don’t know whether it was a happy that she was moving on or just didn’t care because her life is in tatters … like mine.
Rach had so many suggestions, but I was feeling rather nostalgic about places I had been to with Rachel and things we had done there. First we went to our junior primary school, where we first met. We giggled and laughed about how our little kiddie fights turned into a strong friendship. We would play in the playground sandpit together and on one occasion I flicked sand into her eyes and I really made a big fuss over it in the girl’s bathrooms. Though it wasn’t till the year after when we were in each other’s classes. Some how I knew I had to say goodbyes to Rachel because I knew we would stay in Perth and dad would stay up in Brisbane and settle into a new life. He had always said that we might have moved there. I was scared even then when our family was together.
Joanne_8121:
Mum asked me to be home by 4pm because our train was leaving at 7pm. The day was zooming by so quickly and Rachel and I cried a lot of happy and sad tears. We sat on the porch of my house on the swing chair for about 2 hours promising to write each other letters every week and SMS constantly and never lose touch. We even discussed plans for my 18th birthday to get an apartment together.
Suddenly I heard the screen door screech, and mum said,
“C’mon Abby you better start getting your stuff together, the train leaves in about an hour.” Rachel smiled at Mum and stared down at me. I looked at Rachel; she was a lot stronger than I was. I sobbed with my head in my hands. Mum turned to go inside and said,
“ Rachel you can come on in and stay til we leave,” Rachel nodded and gave thanks as she placed her head on my shoulder holding me tight. A year just seemed too long. Rachel held out her hand and helped me up. As we went into the house my uncle Kevin turned up to take us to the train station. Passing mum as I headed to my room she was already lugging tons of bags to the car. I sat on my bed and Rachel was taking all my bags out to the car. My room was suddenly bare as I sat down at my piano my parents bought for my 10th birthday. That wasn’t going on the train. I decided to play it. Rachel sat beside me and watched.
“Abby, what on earth are you doing?” A voice said from the hallway. I just kept playing, I had never played so angry and my fingers struck the keys viciously. I tired blocking out everything that was happening.
“Would you just stop!” Mum yelled. I thumped my hand on the piano hard.
“Why don’t you just stop, stop all of this, this is my piano, and there is no way it’s ever coming with us … dad is just going to sell it, I want it and I want to play it,” I screamed. I hadn’t had a tantrum in years and mum knew exactly how I was feeling. We stayed there looking at each other and for the first time we bonded in the way we both felt.
Mum pursed her lips together and gestured for me to keep playing. I sat back down at my piano, and uncle Kevin passed in and out grabbing some of my belongings. I started playing a familiar song, the one my dad used to play to me to get my to sleep. I cried when I played every note. It was almost soothing, I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders, and I assumed that they would have been Rachel’s but they weren’t. It was dad. I reverted to a child again and held him close.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” I sobbed.
“I was coming, what made you think otherwise?” He asked. I wanted to ask why, because I didn’t want to ask Mum why their relationship failed, but this was a goodbye, not a time for asking what the hell went wrong.
“When will we see each other?” I asked instead,
“In your next school break in July,” he said pulling away. Gosh that’s like 3 months away! He then added, “ But don’t worry I will call you every chance I get.” I had barely been away from my dad for 3 days since I was born, and here he was telling me that I wouldn’t see him for 3 months! I was beginning to be a drama queen again as 100 thoughts raced through my head. What if? What if he finds another girlfriend? What if he forgets about me? What if he has other kids and is too busy with his new family? I decided not to over react too soon, as dad asked me to play for him. It was a time where dad and I bonded the most.
Our goodbye was long and very teary. Rachel came in shortly after my dad left my room. She announced that my mum and uncle were waiting in the car. I held Rachel tight and promised to call her everyday. We hugged solidly for 2 minutes crying. What would I do without everyone I loved here? I got in the car and the way I looked at them out of the back window seemed so cliché. It was a goodbye look, the heart-wrenching look. Rachel and dad stood side-by-side and waved. I watched them until they looked like dots in the distance. Mum was whimpering in the front as my uncle placing his hand lovingly on her shoulder. Who was here to hold my hand through all this?
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