My first FanFic
Title: A brief history of a common girl
Author: hanna_star_29
Spoilers: fut fic
Rating: I’m really not sure about how to rate
Word Count: 1310
Disclaimer: I don’t know if this is going to be a long fic or a multi chapter. It depends if people like it, of course.
I would like to thank all the amazing writers from this community and from ff.net you all are incredible
Chapter 1/?
Hello…okay, I know that is a “little” strange to try to “talk” to a notebook …anyway I will …everybody says that this is good habit, so I will give it a try…
This will be like an experiment, to see if I can free my thoughts, almost like a therapy, or a confession session or wherever because there are some things that we are not supposed to tell anyone, not even my best friends.
My name is Sarah and I will use this notebook to keep my thoughts, memories and everything I want. I’m still not sure if this will be a journal, or a diary, but what is important is that this is a place where I can open myself.
Serious now…Let me see where I should begin…
I am thirteen years old and a live with my parents, like anyone, right? Nope, for a period of my life were just me and dad. I was really small and couldn’t understand things very well. Oh, and I am an only child, so I have a small family. Well, that’s not true. Okay I know that I am trying to explain myself but, this is me…I am a bit confuse person, my grandmother always used to say that I got that from my dad, and I know it is totally true.
Sometimes I think that I’m not normal person, sure I have some issues like everybody, but when I am alone in my bedroom I just can stop thinking in all that happened in the past and my own fault on those events. I know that my parents and my family say that was never my fault, but...I guessed that is just easier to blame myself.
I don’t know if it is right to write things like that. Oh my God! This is more difficult that I had thought. And the fact that I’m not as smart as my dad, just not help it.
Okay, from the beginning:
Like I said before I live with my parents. They used to date when they were very young; I believe that I heard once dad saying that mom was his first girlfriend. Yeah, they used to date, but they broke up for some reason. Mom went work in another city and dad keep working at CalTech. At that time he used to share an apartment with his roommate and hang in there with their friends. All of them worked in CalTech with him.
Now back to my history…
Like I said before they broke up and spent a lot of time away from it other. Until one day they decided to “try again”. While they were alone mom had a lot of boyfriends and dad, almost always preferred to stay with his friends.
Mom and Dad dated again and lived together before I was born, but from the moment my mom discovered that she was pregnant she totally freaked out…She said that the pregnancy would ruin her career and all that stuff…Dad was always trying to make some sense on her, saying that they should do what seems to be to right thing, but the truth was that he was terrified too. He was busy with his work, his research, his titles and stuff. He really wanted to have a family and all at some point, but he hadn’t plan that this would happen so fast. So they marry when my mom was like 3 months pregnant.
Mom went to work during all her pregnancy even when the doctor said that she should take a break because she was pushing herself so hard, but she really didn’t pay attention on their advices, she always said she was a very independent woman who could take care of herself, she lived alone before and left her family to purchase her career.
Like I was saying if mom freaked out when she discovery she was pregnant, she freaked out even more when I was born. It was too much for her. And this is the exactly point that I felt guilt. I know that none of these was my fault, but I can help to just feel that way.
So one day, when I was a baby yet, mom left our house. She left me and dad. He was such a sweet and always took care of me even when he didn’t have a clue about what to do with me and with the house. Sometimes I got myself thinking that if my mom wasn’t pregnant if they would be together, I don’t like to think that I was the reason that they broke up.
At that time dad’s best friend was married and they helped dad to take care of me. They were my godparents too and I love them so much. Dad used to take me with him to CalTech during the day and we hang out with them at their home after work. Yeah, I guess I know every classroom, office and each corner at CalTech but I am not sure if I will want to study there, I just have enough science with my family and his friends. Nobody could believe that dad would be able to raise me alone, but he surprised everyone.
Some years later my mom came back and dad and she started to date (again). They never got divorced, just were far away from it other. They were different, older; their careers were more established then. It wasn’t easy and mom had to work very hard to have me and dad back.
It was weird at the beginning because I was just me, dad and my godparents but she started to spend lots of times with us and she knows that she was wrong, actually we know that she had a kind of severe “before and post-birth depression” and she was like “forgiven” by everybody. Well, not forgiven, but they seem to understand her. I love my mom…I know that I’m not used to say this very often, but I really do.
Oh My God, I know this notebook it’s supposed to be just mine and I hope nobody ever read this but…my life isn’t all this drama. Please I’m not a drama queen. (I am saying this because I started to write here in my journal and had to stop for some days and was reading again since the first lines).
Perhaps the funniest part of my life is my parent’s friends. Uncle Howard is such a freak and creep guy that it turns out, he is really cool…Dad and the rest of their “gang” loved to make fun of him because even after marrying and having his own kids he still lives with his mom. I’m not joking about this…I swear, I’m serious. He and Aunt Sophie are crazy about it other, and the both of them just love sci fi. My parents said that they make their vows in Klingon, among other languages. They go to all of Star Trek and Star War conventions and Comic Cons and things like that. And they left their four children with his mother…
Obs: It’s amazing that those kids are not deaf yet, Uncle Howard’s mother yells so much!!!
It seems like I have to tell all this stories because our lives are so connected that is difficult to talk only about me and I have so much to tell…
Okay…I just realize something…I am telling all this things but I forgot the most important detail…I barely said my parents names and their friend’s names….I am so sorry, I was so caught up in the moment…trying to put all my thoughts and ideas here that I couldn’t think about writing these information. It’s a school night and I have to wake up very early tomorrow, so as soon as I can I will write more…
Love,
Sarah