After Forever
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Other works by Krystal George include: The Witches Lottery (Enchanted Island Series Book 1), A Dragon Forsaken (Enchanted Island Series Book 2), The Willows, and Guardian of the Realm: A Faerie Tale
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The Goblin’s Daughter (Enchanted Island Series Book 3)
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Beastly
Heather Kirchhoff
©2013 by Heather Kirchhoff
I glared out at the small town we’re nearing. I had been ripped away from everything I’ve ever known; I’ve lived in the city my entire life, but now I was taken away from it. Now I’m being forced to start over.
It isn’t fair.
“We’re here!” my mom sang as we came to a stop. I glanced up at a small cottage looking house. I groaned.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, of course not.” Mom shook her head quickly. “Never. This is our new home.”
“You’re serious?” I sighed, meeting her gaze. “There’s no way you’re backing down, is there?”
“Nope. You’ll get used to this, I promise you that.”
“Well, thanks, I guess.”
“I know you don’t mean that, sweetie,” Mom informed me, reaching a hand over to pat my leg. “This will get better as time goes on.”
“How can you be so sure?” I demanded. “Anything can happen!”
“Stop that,” she chided. “Everything will be fine. It’s not like we’ve never moved before.”
“Yeah, but never to a new town,” I retorted.
“Chill and enjoy,” she said as she got out. I watched as Mom went up to the house and unlocked it. She looked back at me once before going in. I waited another minute before getting out of the car, sparing one glance around the small yard and street. I sighed again as I headed towards the house, my heart skipping. This is just a new start, I tell myself over and over. Nothing more, nothing less. But yet, I still feel lost. It just isn’t fair. Why do I have to suffer?
“Oh stop,” Mom said when I went into the house. “It’s not the end of the world. You’ll live.”
“Yeah yeah,” I muttered, looking around the small living room-or, at least, that’s what I assume it is. Mom left me then to go roam the house. After a few minutes, I went back outside and sat down on the ground, turning my attention to my phone.
“Belle,” Mom said as she came back out ten minutes later. “Let’s get this stuff into the house so we can go into town.” She gave me a pointed look when I glanced up at her. “The sooner we get settled, the sooner you can get used to it.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“You can’t control what you get used to. Now let’s go.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, standing. It took us several hours to get the stuff in and put away. Relief washed over me once we were done. That was a lot for us. I shook my head, rolling my eyes at myself. “Don’t be silly,” I told myself sternly.
“Come on, Belle!” my mom called suddenly. I nodded, going to the living room. I found Mom going through a few last things; she looked up at me, her eyes shining. “Are you ready?” she asked, studying me.
“Yup.”
“Good, let’s go!”
I laughed at her excitement, but I guess I understand where she’s coming from. This is a new start for both of us.