Intoduction: Hey everyone its
teenwriterchick. This is a new story I've just started! I'll be posting new chapters whenever I can. Which depends on when I finish the chapters. This is chapter one of my new story that doesn't have a title yet!
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His name was Oliver but he preferred Ollie. Of course that
didn’t matter much because all the kids referred him as the ‘new kid’. It was funny because just a couple weeks ago that was my title. However, little did I know that when Ollie walked into my homeroom it was the turning point of my life. When he sat next to me, his wet hair falling over his face, I was ignorant of the fact that fate was trying to tie us together. But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. It all started in a courtroom. My uncle was on one side with an attorney; while my mother was on another with her new boyfriend and loyal attorney. I sat in the middle of them by myself. The Arizona heat was blazing outside but the frosty air conditioning was successfully fighting it. But that
didn’t matter because my hands were sweating worse than if I was running in a marathon. The police officer slowly stood up and asked us to do the same. Then, a tired, old judge walked up to her desk. When she sat down she began to shuffle her papers.
“This is a custody case for Miss Isolde H. Henderson?” the judge wheezed and looked up at the waiting attorney.
“That is correct your honor,” my uncle’s attorney replied.
“Good,” she quickly cleared her throat “now, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
Right away my mother’s boyfriend, Paul, rose before the judge.
“Your honor,” he began “my client has made it through rehab and has been sober for one year as you have requested.”
“She also has acquired a CPS approved home in San Diego, California,” he slowly sat down seeming satisfied with his work.
Then, my uncle’s attorney rose and took his turn to defend.
“My client has raised Miss Henderson since she was an infant and is quote “A father figure to me”
The voices soon became nothing but a murmur in my head. The vent above me clicked on and a draft of cold air blew down upon me. I soon began to shiver.
“Ms. Henderson,” the judge called my attention and my head snapped up “how do you feel about this?”
For an unknown reason I rose from my chair like both of the attorneys “Well, your honor, I do feel a bit cold.”
“No, dear,” the judge looked up at me through her glasses and smiled “how do you feel about living with your mother?”
I looked down at my feet. I could feel the pressure of both my uncle and mom staring at me. The nightmares I had of my mother screaming at me flashed through my mind. I was terrified of her. But then again they did say she got better. And I hated having to continuously travel with my uncle’s band. How would he feel if I chose to live with my mom? I looked up at my uncle to see what his expression was. He was tense and worried.
“I suppose I could give it a try,” I replied. After all I was seventeen. If it
didn’t work out I could move out in a year or so.
“Very well,” the judge pulled out a file “all you have to do is fill out this paper work and custody will be granted to you Ms. Henderson.”
I peeked to the side see my mother. She was hugging Paul with a smile on her face. I was glad she looked happy despite my feelings towards her it tugged at my heart. But then a greater force pulled at my heart when I looked at my uncle. I could easily see sorrow on his face. Slowly, I shuffled towards him.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he looked into my eyes. It took all my self control not to cry.
“I’m sorry uncle,” I answered “I think it would be good for me to not travel around so much.”
“That’s understandable,” he replied “you know you can call me anytime you need to.”
“I know.” To my dismay a tear had escaped but I swiped it away.
Swiftly, I reached up and hugged my uncle tight. Breathing in his peppermint scent and trying to lock it to my memory.
“You take care kiddo,” he sighed. I nodded and looked back. My mom and Paul were waiting. My mom had a big smile on her face and reached her arms out to hug me. Reluctantly, I walked into her arms. She smelled like stale perfume. Then we turned towards the courtroom doors walking into my new life. That’s the first time I saw Ollie. He was brought in with two cops traveling behind him. His hands were cuffed and he looked like he was going to punch anyone who got in his way.
