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drownedinlight) wrote2011-04-02 11:18 pm
drownedinlight) wrote2011-04-02 11:18 pm
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New story
So, I decided to take a foray into yWriter, this really cool program which helps organize your writing into like the actual story, with your characters, ideas, goals, and you can go completely out of order if you want to, which is very interesting. I won't give you a full low down, because I think I would ruin some of the surprise, but this is the story I talked about a few days ago, about the girl trying to break free from her family, and takes the same journey her father did over twenty years earlier on a bus ride to freedom, which his journal narrations intermixed with hers. It's tentatively titled "Bus Ride to the North," but that might change, because I feel like it has a civil rights vibe (not that civil rights is bad, i am in full support of all nations and races, but I don't want to confuse to people), in fact I might just shorten it to bus ride.
So...yeah.... here it is
The First Report
I saw the first report of myself on the news today.
I had left the TV on through my shower, and just as I left the bathroom toweling off my hair, I saw the missing persons report. I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
"Tonight we have a special report of a young woman who appears to have gone missing from her home in Maryland," says the lead anchor woman. "From a small town in Maryland, a family returned from vacation to find their eldest daughter missing. Asley Cannon could not go with her family on the vacation due to a minor stomach flu, saying she felt too sick to board the plane, to where the Cannon family intended to take their cruise. She told her family to go on with out her to she would not ruin the vacation for her two younger sisters. There seems to be no signs of forced entry, leaving her family and authorities to believe that perhaps Ashley may have trusted the wrong person and allowed them into the home. Ashley is described by her family as five foot four inches, and to weigh 160 pounds. She has ash-blonde hair, green eyes and wears glasses and is nearly eighteen years old. Authorities have yet to release more on the case, but we do know Ashley has been missing for almost a week." I clicked the power button.
What a load of tripe
.
The stomach flu thing, I have to hand it to Dick, he really knows how to come up with excuses.After all, it would look a little strange if you took your whole family on vacation except for one of them now wouldn't it? But really, they didn't even know my hieght. I'm at least two inches taller, if not three. And of course there were no signs of forced entry, I didn't "disappear," I chose to walk out that door and never look back.
My name is Evangeline Wyatt. It's not Ashley Cannon, not anymore, anyway. I want to tell you that it was all so simple for me to get up and walk out that door, but even as I did it, I was scared that they would find me, no matter how thorough my plan was. I shouldn't be writting this down really, but I keep telling myself that there's nothing they can do to me now. And as far as I know I'm right, but the margine of error is what scares me.
And really, it took me months of planning to be able to do this, to be able to find the courage to step out on my own, despite every time Dick and Mary told me I was worthless.
It must have been a shock to them to find out I was actually worth five millon dollars (more like two and a half, after taxes, but still).
The thing is, all Dick needed was a little a time to find some legal loophole to grant him access to that money that my father left me. I think he found a while ago, but as some form of his twisted poetic justice, he was going to wait until a few days until my eighteenth birthday to exercise it. To bad he never knew the truth about me.
I'm writing this all on a bus. I chose busses to run away with, because I guess people don't really think about them much. And well, this is the same way Dad took this trip over twenty years ago, and I wanted it to be special. It a lot of ways, this trip is the same for both of us, we are both trying to get away from our families. Except where Dad's ended kind of nice, I'm not sure how mine is going to go. I had the courage to walk out the front door, but I really not sure how far I'm going to be able to keep walking.
The Will Reading
My father, Micheal Wyatt, died when I was sixteen. I had never met him before, or heard any stories at all, but I did get a special call from a lawyer which Dick took for me. He grumbled a lot, mentioned that I was only sixteen, and did I have to come? He wouldn't tell me anything, he just kind of glarred and probably resisted the urge to send me to my room. A few days later, he told me to shower and threw some new clothes at me. It was a black blouse with poofy sleeves and a black skirt that went down to my knees, both barely fit.
The twins were left in front of the TV and Dick and Mary took me two hours away to Annapolis where we drove up to a shiney law office, and I was very grateful Dick had let me take a shower.
Dick walked right up to this large security desk like he really belonged there, and told a woman there that we had an appointment with the law firm upstairs. The woman asked if I had any photo idea, and he handed over my drivers licence (which I was never allowed, unless it was to drive the twins somewhere). The woman looked at me a little strangely, but then asked if Dick and Mary had ID, and when they presented theirs, she gave us all visitors badges and allowed us to take the elevator up to the law firm.
It was the nicest place I had ever seen, and I wondered if some of the gold I saw was real, but I staid quiet and followed after Dick and Mary. The receptionist of the lawyer let us right through, and the lawyer was a man who looked to be about Dick's age, but had nice lines around his face, the kind someone gets from smiling.
"Ah good morning, you must be here about Micheal Wyatt's will," the man said. "I'm James Patten," he offered out his hand, and Dick took it.
"Richard Cannon, and my wife Mary." He shook their hands, before he turned to me, it still outstretched. I took it, shaking it loosely.
"Ashley, nice to meet you." He smiled a little.
"That's funny, Micheal said he had a name all picked out for you, and it wasn't Ashley," he said.
"But about the will, Mr. Patten," Dick insited. Mr. Patten turned back to Dick with a frown.
"Yes, of course." Mr. Patten moved behind his desk, and held up a document. "The will is very clear, and large portion of Mr. Wyatt's holdings went to charity, but he did leave some to his daughter, within conditions of course." He pulled a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket and began to read from the document. "To my daughter, born Ashley Major, I leave the sum of five million dollars, split between investments, properties and a trust fund account. However, the full amount will only be award to her on her eighteenth birthday, should she maintain her high school education and be accepted into a university of good standing with thought toward pursuing a four year degree. Until then, she is allowed fifty thosand dollars of her trust fund, to sustain her needs and wishes. Ashley, my darling girl, I also leave to you my journals, because though we never knew each other, I hope you could know me better now that I am gone."
"Well, he had some high expectations for you, didn't he, Ash?" Dick snarled. You couldn't really tell he was snarling, but like I said, he had fully intended to pull me from school soon and make me work. "If only he had come around more." What Dick meant by that, was he wanted the money Micheal had donated to charity.
"It was my understanding that Mrs. Cannon wished to keep Mr. Wyatt from their daughter," Mr. Patten said. "And as it is, Mr. Cannon, you must understand that Ms. Cannon is the only one who is allow access to her intermediate trust account."
"What?" Dick asked.
"Mr. Wyatt makes himself very clear that he wanted no one but his daughter to have access to her money," Mr. Patten clarfied. "Also, in a seperate document, he left requirements for what he believed to be a university in good standing. You can have a copy if you want, Ashley, it might knock a few off of your list." He held out a paper to me, and I stepped forward to take him, only to have it snatched by Dick.
"Of course, we will help Ashley decide which college she'll go to," Dick said.
"Well, then you should know that that's number one on the list," Mr. Patten retorted, folding his arms across his chest. "She must attend a University not a college." I wanted to laugh but kept silent. "Now, according to the will, there are a few specific details I must discuss with Ashley alone."
"I would prefer not to leave my daughter with a strange man," Mary said.
"Don't worry, she perfectly safe with me, and you both can wait in the hall if you hear anything peculiar." Mr. Patten waited behind his desk silent, for Dick and Mary to excuse themselves to leave. Both turned in a huff and left, leaving me in the rather spacious office alone iwht Mr. Patten. "How are you, Ashley? I haven't heard your voice since you walked in here."
"I'm fine thank you." He looked at me for what felt like forever, before he waved at the chairs before his desk.
"Have a seat." It did not sound like there was room to argue, so I sat staring at the varnished wood of the desk. "Ashley, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I repeated.
"Are you sure your mother and step-father are treating you all right? They don't do anything to hurt you in any way, physically, or emotionally?" Neither Dick nor Mary had ever hit me; Dick thought marks were too easily traced. But they told me all the time that I was worthless. I didn't want to tell Mr. Patten that.
"I'm fine," I insisted. Mr. Patten nodded.
"If you say so. But take my card, just in case you are ever not fine, and need my help," he said, offering it out. I took the off white card gently, turning it over in my hand. "Also, I needed to give you your account information, should you need to access it for anything at all. And of course, your father's journals." He handed over a slip of paper, and a box folded shut. I took the box from him, swiftly. "Do you have that?"
"Yes, I'm stronger than I look." He tightened his lips, but place the paper gently on top.
"All right then, I'll walk you out." He opened the door for me and walked beside me down the hall to where Dick and Mary stood by the receptionist's desk.
"Are you done?" Dick asked me. I nodded and he glanced at the paper on top of my box, and took it in hand. "Good, then, let's go. Mr. Patten." He reached out and shook Mr. Patten's hand, though Mr. Patten was slow to do so. Dick walked toward the elevator without a second look at the box, and never thought to check my hand for the card.
So...yeah.... here it is
The First Report
I saw the first report of myself on the news today.
I had left the TV on through my shower, and just as I left the bathroom toweling off my hair, I saw the missing persons report. I grabbed the remote and turned the volume up.
"Tonight we have a special report of a young woman who appears to have gone missing from her home in Maryland," says the lead anchor woman. "From a small town in Maryland, a family returned from vacation to find their eldest daughter missing. Asley Cannon could not go with her family on the vacation due to a minor stomach flu, saying she felt too sick to board the plane, to where the Cannon family intended to take their cruise. She told her family to go on with out her to she would not ruin the vacation for her two younger sisters. There seems to be no signs of forced entry, leaving her family and authorities to believe that perhaps Ashley may have trusted the wrong person and allowed them into the home. Ashley is described by her family as five foot four inches, and to weigh 160 pounds. She has ash-blonde hair, green eyes and wears glasses and is nearly eighteen years old. Authorities have yet to release more on the case, but we do know Ashley has been missing for almost a week." I clicked the power button.
What a load of tripe
.
The stomach flu thing, I have to hand it to Dick, he really knows how to come up with excuses.After all, it would look a little strange if you took your whole family on vacation except for one of them now wouldn't it? But really, they didn't even know my hieght. I'm at least two inches taller, if not three. And of course there were no signs of forced entry, I didn't "disappear," I chose to walk out that door and never look back.
My name is Evangeline Wyatt. It's not Ashley Cannon, not anymore, anyway. I want to tell you that it was all so simple for me to get up and walk out that door, but even as I did it, I was scared that they would find me, no matter how thorough my plan was. I shouldn't be writting this down really, but I keep telling myself that there's nothing they can do to me now. And as far as I know I'm right, but the margine of error is what scares me.
And really, it took me months of planning to be able to do this, to be able to find the courage to step out on my own, despite every time Dick and Mary told me I was worthless.
It must have been a shock to them to find out I was actually worth five millon dollars (more like two and a half, after taxes, but still).
The thing is, all Dick needed was a little a time to find some legal loophole to grant him access to that money that my father left me. I think he found a while ago, but as some form of his twisted poetic justice, he was going to wait until a few days until my eighteenth birthday to exercise it. To bad he never knew the truth about me.
I'm writing this all on a bus. I chose busses to run away with, because I guess people don't really think about them much. And well, this is the same way Dad took this trip over twenty years ago, and I wanted it to be special. It a lot of ways, this trip is the same for both of us, we are both trying to get away from our families. Except where Dad's ended kind of nice, I'm not sure how mine is going to go. I had the courage to walk out the front door, but I really not sure how far I'm going to be able to keep walking.
The Will Reading
My father, Micheal Wyatt, died when I was sixteen. I had never met him before, or heard any stories at all, but I did get a special call from a lawyer which Dick took for me. He grumbled a lot, mentioned that I was only sixteen, and did I have to come? He wouldn't tell me anything, he just kind of glarred and probably resisted the urge to send me to my room. A few days later, he told me to shower and threw some new clothes at me. It was a black blouse with poofy sleeves and a black skirt that went down to my knees, both barely fit.
The twins were left in front of the TV and Dick and Mary took me two hours away to Annapolis where we drove up to a shiney law office, and I was very grateful Dick had let me take a shower.
Dick walked right up to this large security desk like he really belonged there, and told a woman there that we had an appointment with the law firm upstairs. The woman asked if I had any photo idea, and he handed over my drivers licence (which I was never allowed, unless it was to drive the twins somewhere). The woman looked at me a little strangely, but then asked if Dick and Mary had ID, and when they presented theirs, she gave us all visitors badges and allowed us to take the elevator up to the law firm.
It was the nicest place I had ever seen, and I wondered if some of the gold I saw was real, but I staid quiet and followed after Dick and Mary. The receptionist of the lawyer let us right through, and the lawyer was a man who looked to be about Dick's age, but had nice lines around his face, the kind someone gets from smiling.
"Ah good morning, you must be here about Micheal Wyatt's will," the man said. "I'm James Patten," he offered out his hand, and Dick took it.
"Richard Cannon, and my wife Mary." He shook their hands, before he turned to me, it still outstretched. I took it, shaking it loosely.
"Ashley, nice to meet you." He smiled a little.
"That's funny, Micheal said he had a name all picked out for you, and it wasn't Ashley," he said.
"But about the will, Mr. Patten," Dick insited. Mr. Patten turned back to Dick with a frown.
"Yes, of course." Mr. Patten moved behind his desk, and held up a document. "The will is very clear, and large portion of Mr. Wyatt's holdings went to charity, but he did leave some to his daughter, within conditions of course." He pulled a pair of reading glasses from his breast pocket and began to read from the document. "To my daughter, born Ashley Major, I leave the sum of five million dollars, split between investments, properties and a trust fund account. However, the full amount will only be award to her on her eighteenth birthday, should she maintain her high school education and be accepted into a university of good standing with thought toward pursuing a four year degree. Until then, she is allowed fifty thosand dollars of her trust fund, to sustain her needs and wishes. Ashley, my darling girl, I also leave to you my journals, because though we never knew each other, I hope you could know me better now that I am gone."
"Well, he had some high expectations for you, didn't he, Ash?" Dick snarled. You couldn't really tell he was snarling, but like I said, he had fully intended to pull me from school soon and make me work. "If only he had come around more." What Dick meant by that, was he wanted the money Micheal had donated to charity.
"It was my understanding that Mrs. Cannon wished to keep Mr. Wyatt from their daughter," Mr. Patten said. "And as it is, Mr. Cannon, you must understand that Ms. Cannon is the only one who is allow access to her intermediate trust account."
"What?" Dick asked.
"Mr. Wyatt makes himself very clear that he wanted no one but his daughter to have access to her money," Mr. Patten clarfied. "Also, in a seperate document, he left requirements for what he believed to be a university in good standing. You can have a copy if you want, Ashley, it might knock a few off of your list." He held out a paper to me, and I stepped forward to take him, only to have it snatched by Dick.
"Of course, we will help Ashley decide which college she'll go to," Dick said.
"Well, then you should know that that's number one on the list," Mr. Patten retorted, folding his arms across his chest. "She must attend a University not a college." I wanted to laugh but kept silent. "Now, according to the will, there are a few specific details I must discuss with Ashley alone."
"I would prefer not to leave my daughter with a strange man," Mary said.
"Don't worry, she perfectly safe with me, and you both can wait in the hall if you hear anything peculiar." Mr. Patten waited behind his desk silent, for Dick and Mary to excuse themselves to leave. Both turned in a huff and left, leaving me in the rather spacious office alone iwht Mr. Patten. "How are you, Ashley? I haven't heard your voice since you walked in here."
"I'm fine thank you." He looked at me for what felt like forever, before he waved at the chairs before his desk.
"Have a seat." It did not sound like there was room to argue, so I sat staring at the varnished wood of the desk. "Ashley, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I repeated.
"Are you sure your mother and step-father are treating you all right? They don't do anything to hurt you in any way, physically, or emotionally?" Neither Dick nor Mary had ever hit me; Dick thought marks were too easily traced. But they told me all the time that I was worthless. I didn't want to tell Mr. Patten that.
"I'm fine," I insisted. Mr. Patten nodded.
"If you say so. But take my card, just in case you are ever not fine, and need my help," he said, offering it out. I took the off white card gently, turning it over in my hand. "Also, I needed to give you your account information, should you need to access it for anything at all. And of course, your father's journals." He handed over a slip of paper, and a box folded shut. I took the box from him, swiftly. "Do you have that?"
"Yes, I'm stronger than I look." He tightened his lips, but place the paper gently on top.
"All right then, I'll walk you out." He opened the door for me and walked beside me down the hall to where Dick and Mary stood by the receptionist's desk.
"Are you done?" Dick asked me. I nodded and he glanced at the paper on top of my box, and took it in hand. "Good, then, let's go. Mr. Patten." He reached out and shook Mr. Patten's hand, though Mr. Patten was slow to do so. Dick walked toward the elevator without a second look at the box, and never thought to check my hand for the card.