Newb Legacy
I've been wanting to actually finish a legacy. And I believe that this will be the one I finish the big 'ol ten generations. It'll be a tougher project though, compared to my other legacies. This one won't be told in third person, instead it'll be in first. It will be carried on generation to generation. Like a journal that gets passed down from heir to heir(ess). I hope it turns out well. We'll just have to see. (;
Living on a tiny island. What was I thinking? New job opportunities? Yeah, sure. A deserted island is totally going to be filled with factories that need new employees and schools that need new teaches. Nope. I was surprised when the paperboy stopped by, he told me jobs were scarce. That I better hurry and find one if I want to eat next week.
I believed him when he told me jobs were scarce. I mean, if you were to stand out front and look past my house all you could see was grass. Grass and stop signs that nobody stopped at. No buildings that were twenty stories high, no factories that puffed out ten gallons of smoke, not even little coffee shops were there. I called in for the first thing I saw - an Emergency Medical Technician. A track in the Medical field. I can't imagine where the hospital is here. And that's kind of scary.
Mum stayed only for a short while. The plane had to leave the same day. I let her do my room just as she wanted, she begged me to do something. Of course, she turned my room into the room I had when I was a child. I still can't believe she held onto those sheets. My old bed, the one with the memories. It was nice having it again, but I definitely forgot how uncomfortable it was. The only thing different was the poster above my bed. It used to be hello kitty or something stupid. Now I've replaced it with Batman.
I heard a knock on my door around three. With my hands full with books, I took longer than usual to answer the door. No idea how long I took, but by the time I got to the door he was already heading down the steps. He heard me coming, as quiet as I was. He seemed nice, and he had a great smile.
Since I didn't see him on the plane, I assumed he already lived here. When I finished explaining where I came from, he pointed at a house. Although we were far away, I could tell it was a nice house. Much nicer than the one I had just bought. He said his parents bought the house and that he's lived there for most of his life. I wanted to ask him where they got the money, but considering I just met him, I didn't.
We talked after that. Shared bits and pieces of our life stories. He seemed to be an interesting guy. Much more interesting than anyone back in the Lonely Islands. His story was good, much more interesting than mine was. Surprisingly he listened very closely throughout the whole thing.
I believe his name was Peter. (backerbse)
Anguilla (callaina) was a familiar face. We sat next to one another on the plane. "Just visiting my mum, her birthday's next week." she told me. My mum gave me a look as if to say that I better be visiting her on her birthday. At my doorstep, she asked if I needed anything. Obviously she was nice, but I didn't want anything from anyone. By then all I wanted was sleep, and I'm still looking forward to some sleep. Instead, I gave her my number. Hopefully she's not a night owl. I don't want a call to wake me from my slumber.
Peter stopped Anguilla to talk. I didn't hear a word they said, but when he walked by he made no eye contact what-so-ever.
And Anguilla. She never looked back.
Oy. I hope you liked it! This honestly took me forever to write. And when I go over it, it looks like nothing. Tell me what you think. (: