Memories are forever... (sequel to Anna's Diary) - *THE END! (9.april)*
Theraven:
I'm back, carrying a brand new story - a sequel to my story Anna's Diary :D
You should probably read the first story if you want to read this, but it's not completely neccessary, as I explain a bit in this, too.
It's about Angela, Anna's oldest daughter, and the story continues about a year after the last one.
I hope you like it, and I love getting comments :D
I'm not finished with all the pics, and there's still a few things to do with the rest of the text - and I've got some major schoolwork for friday - but Winter holiday starts on Saturday, so then, I'll hopefully finish it :D
But here you go -->
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue, part 1
Epilogue, part 2
Epilogue, part 3 - THE END!
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Chapter 1: Holding back the tears
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“Not again!” Angela lifted up her book that had just disappeared under a flow of cocoa. Liam looked up at her with those irresistible puppy-eyes of his.
“Liam’s sorry. Book?”
“Here,” Angela said, and handed him his colouring book. “Just try to be a bit careful, please?”
“Liam try be careful next time.” he said, and scurried off to the kitchen in a run.
Angela sighed. At least he was over that knocking-things-over-at-purpose stage now. He was just a bit… clumsy.
She turned back to her homework again – and sighed when she saw the cocoa had made the pages sticky, brown and wet. She tried to sweep it away, but no luck. The cocoa was stuck in the paper.
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Frustrated, she reached for the paper roll.
And all of a sudden, she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. She buried her head in her hands, and just let it all out. If only her mother could come in that door right now. Telling her everything was fine. Telling her that it was no need to cry. Helping her clean up her book. Or just write a note to her teacher about it not being Angela’s fault. It wouldn’t happen, she knew. Her mother was gone forever.
It was not the same having her dad fuss over her, trying to be a good parent. Yes, she loved him, and he was a good father, but a father was not the same as a mother. A mother is someone a girl can talk to about near to everything, almost like a father to a boy. It’s limited what you dare say to your dad when you’re almost thirteen and need someone to talk to about certain… embarrassing things. It’s just not the same.
Angela dried up her tears. Well, at least she tried to do it. They kept coming.
Nothing was the same anymore. At least she could call her mother when she still was isolated at the hospital, but now… the only girl she could talk to, was Alice. And it’s pretty limited what a four year old understands – and even care to talk about. What was more; both Alice and Liam never really knew their mother. Liam had barely met her, and had a closer relationship to their father than to their mother. Alice was already adjusting to their situation, and had stopped calling for “mommy” now. For some reason, that was one thing Angela hadn’t really gotten used to. She often caught herself in calling for her mother, only to then realise that she wasn’t there anymore.
The dirt didn’t go off her book. It only made the pages worse. Frustrated, she threw the book away.
It banged into the wall, and fell in a heap at the floor. That didn’t make the book any cleaner, but it certainly helped. She didn’t feel so angry anymore. Only sad.
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She was supposed to write a poem for tomorrow. She had had a week to do it, but the start never really came to her. She had several ideas, but none were good. Poems weren’t really her. Yes, she loved writing songs, but lately none of them were any good. She hadn’t written a single song since her mother had died. Not one text. Not one melody. Her inspiration was completely gone. Browsing through the texts in her English book hadn’t helped at all.
She sighed, and got up from her chair. She picked up the book, and got relieved when she saw it wasn’t broken. Only a bit weak in the seams. Though it was still wet from the cocoa.
She threw the book on the table. She might as well give up. Write something simple but unimaginative. Her teacher would probably just sigh, and give her C or something like that. She had done that last time.
When something simple didn’t even come into her mind, she gave up. She couldn’t even come up with two words that rhymed. Nothing at all. She left her school books at the table, and went to the bathroom. Maybe a shower could help her. Before, she had often gotten her best ideas in the shower.
But no. Not a single little idea sprang into her mind as the water ran down her body – even though she stood there for at least half an hour.
“Are you finished, Angela?” her father yelled from outside.
“Almost.”
She got out of the shower, and put a towel around her. Then, something caught her eye. A reflection in the mirror. She turned back, and jumped.
In the mirror, a familiar face stared back at her. A smooth face, surrounded by red curls, and shockingly green eyes looked back at her - and for one long moment, she was convinced her mother was back.
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(end of ch.1. hope you liked it :D)
sarah071894:
I loved Anna's Diary, and I already love this story, too! Thanks for posting the sequel! I can't wait to read more!
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