Post by Bee on Feb 27, 2010 2:44:13 GMT
“Hurry up I want to leave before lunch time!” her father called up to her.
India sighed, so this was it, the final moments of her life in Erinsborough, soon she’ll be living out in the country, just her father and her, she was nervous, scared of leaving behind her grandma who had always been there for her, scared of leaving her godmother who had taken on the role of mum when her own mother had passed away, sad to be leaving her godfather and her friends at school, but her dad had gotten a job in the country that was too good to refuse and India didn’t want to stand in his way of achieving his own dreams.
She’d known once that her dad had aspired to play in the AFL, her dad and godfather had both wanted to be playing in the AFL, dad dropped out one day when mum was feeling upset and Ringo had lost his position, although dad had never told her the full reason why.
She finished packing her own things and took them down to the car then went back up to her dad’s room to check that everything was packed in there, that’s when she found her mothers diary, the one that she’d written in when she was a teenager, her dad must have read it at night the same way that India read Harry Potter or the Tomorrow Series. India flicked through it skimming each entry for her fathers name or her name, she was surprised at how many times dad had come up in the diary and how many times she’d come up towards the end.
Dad walked in then, “What are you doing” He looked at the diary, “Give that to me”.
India looked from the diary to her father, “Why cant I read it dad?”.
“You wont understand it” He snapped trying to get it out of her hand.
“I want to read about mum” India said, “Why cant I read about mum?”.
Declan sighed, “I didn’t want you to ever find this”.
“Why not?” India snapped accusingly.
“Because it was one of the last gifts from Bridget I have, her handwriting, her words, they keep me going Indy” Declan sighed, “I suppose you can read it”.
India smiled, “Dad I’m not going to ruin it, I just want to get to know my mum better”.
Declan nodded before letting her take it, “I suppose you should have it”.
India looked at him shocked, “No dad it’s yours, mum was your wife”.
“But I’m dwelling in the past, it’s not like she’s going to leap out from the diary and great me again, she’s gone, there’s not a thing I can do about it” He sighed, “You take it, I had 2 years with her, you had 3 weeks that you cant remember”.
India smiled, “Thankyou dad”.
“It’s okay” He said before picking up his last box, “Well time to go!”.
India smiled and they walked out to their car together.
“You ran a kissing booth” India said deadpan to her father, “That’s so…eww”.
Declan looked over at his daughter, “Well you wanted to read a diary about your mother, your bound to find out things about your parents you didn’t want or need to know”.
“Oh god no” India flicked through the diary, “Dad, eww she wrote about, ahh yuck!”.
Declan chuckled, “Well if that never happened we wouldn’t have India would we?”.
India was mortified and threw the nearest thing she could find at him, which was her mobile phone.
“Watch it, I’m driving!” he cried as she went to grab her phone from the floor in front of him.
“Don’t say disgusting things to me about you and mum then” India said.
Declan laughed again, “Okay truce?”.
India rolled her eyes before going back to the diary.
By the time they’d hit the country she’d read all of her mothers entries and she knew more about her mum then she’d ever imagined, “Mum was such a strong person”.
Declan nodded, “She had you at seventeen at a music festival, if that isn’t strong I don’t know what is”.
India smiled, “How long til we get there?”.
“We are in our street now India” Declan said smiling at his daughters lack of directional skills.
India looked around the street, it was a quant little street on a hill overlooking some mountains, they pulled up in front of a nice two story house and her father announced that this would be where they are living.
India and Declan then busied themselves for the remainder of the afternoon getting their allocated rooms ready and then the lounge and kitchen were put in place.
Declan then took her out to McDonalds for dinner which she was grateful for, she didn’t want to cook tonight and she knew that her father was horrible at cooking so a fast food meal did her good.
That night they both went to bed early with the promise from Declan that they’d go out to the cinema’s the following day and maybe have a kick around with the footy in the afternoon.
India lay awake that night however not able to sleep, ‘it must be new-house syndrome?’ India told herself as she reached for her mothers diary.
She flicked through it and found some pages empty at the back so she wrote.
“Hello my name is India, I’m 16 years old, I just moved to the country with my dad, I have no mother, she died when I was a baby, so my dad has had to take care of me my whole life…it’s 1am now and dad will kill me if he see’s my bedroom light on so I’m going to sleep now”.
India put the diary in her bedside table before turning her light off and heading to bed.
The next morning she woke up to her dad telling her that he’s gotten them tickets to the cinema for 12:10pm so she has to get ready. India sat up and called down to her father that she’s up and getting there now before noticing that her mothers diary was on top of her, “That’s odd?” she thought, “I thought I’d put this in my bedside table?”.
She flicked through to the last page and her stomach did a back flip upon seeing words in her mother’s handwriting under her words.
“Hello India, do you mind me asking how you got my diary and how you wrote in it when it was sitting next to my husband all night?”.
(got this idea when I was thinking about the movie frequency and how the guy in that talks to his dad over the radio, I thought I’d do something like that and I thought that the diary would be the perfect thing to use instead of the radio.. oh and yes I’ll still update Indy, because I have big plans for that story as well as this one)
India sighed, so this was it, the final moments of her life in Erinsborough, soon she’ll be living out in the country, just her father and her, she was nervous, scared of leaving behind her grandma who had always been there for her, scared of leaving her godmother who had taken on the role of mum when her own mother had passed away, sad to be leaving her godfather and her friends at school, but her dad had gotten a job in the country that was too good to refuse and India didn’t want to stand in his way of achieving his own dreams.
She’d known once that her dad had aspired to play in the AFL, her dad and godfather had both wanted to be playing in the AFL, dad dropped out one day when mum was feeling upset and Ringo had lost his position, although dad had never told her the full reason why.
She finished packing her own things and took them down to the car then went back up to her dad’s room to check that everything was packed in there, that’s when she found her mothers diary, the one that she’d written in when she was a teenager, her dad must have read it at night the same way that India read Harry Potter or the Tomorrow Series. India flicked through it skimming each entry for her fathers name or her name, she was surprised at how many times dad had come up in the diary and how many times she’d come up towards the end.
Dad walked in then, “What are you doing” He looked at the diary, “Give that to me”.
India looked from the diary to her father, “Why cant I read it dad?”.
“You wont understand it” He snapped trying to get it out of her hand.
“I want to read about mum” India said, “Why cant I read about mum?”.
Declan sighed, “I didn’t want you to ever find this”.
“Why not?” India snapped accusingly.
“Because it was one of the last gifts from Bridget I have, her handwriting, her words, they keep me going Indy” Declan sighed, “I suppose you can read it”.
India smiled, “Dad I’m not going to ruin it, I just want to get to know my mum better”.
Declan nodded before letting her take it, “I suppose you should have it”.
India looked at him shocked, “No dad it’s yours, mum was your wife”.
“But I’m dwelling in the past, it’s not like she’s going to leap out from the diary and great me again, she’s gone, there’s not a thing I can do about it” He sighed, “You take it, I had 2 years with her, you had 3 weeks that you cant remember”.
India smiled, “Thankyou dad”.
“It’s okay” He said before picking up his last box, “Well time to go!”.
India smiled and they walked out to their car together.
“You ran a kissing booth” India said deadpan to her father, “That’s so…eww”.
Declan looked over at his daughter, “Well you wanted to read a diary about your mother, your bound to find out things about your parents you didn’t want or need to know”.
“Oh god no” India flicked through the diary, “Dad, eww she wrote about, ahh yuck!”.
Declan chuckled, “Well if that never happened we wouldn’t have India would we?”.
India was mortified and threw the nearest thing she could find at him, which was her mobile phone.
“Watch it, I’m driving!” he cried as she went to grab her phone from the floor in front of him.
“Don’t say disgusting things to me about you and mum then” India said.
Declan laughed again, “Okay truce?”.
India rolled her eyes before going back to the diary.
By the time they’d hit the country she’d read all of her mothers entries and she knew more about her mum then she’d ever imagined, “Mum was such a strong person”.
Declan nodded, “She had you at seventeen at a music festival, if that isn’t strong I don’t know what is”.
India smiled, “How long til we get there?”.
“We are in our street now India” Declan said smiling at his daughters lack of directional skills.
India looked around the street, it was a quant little street on a hill overlooking some mountains, they pulled up in front of a nice two story house and her father announced that this would be where they are living.
India and Declan then busied themselves for the remainder of the afternoon getting their allocated rooms ready and then the lounge and kitchen were put in place.
Declan then took her out to McDonalds for dinner which she was grateful for, she didn’t want to cook tonight and she knew that her father was horrible at cooking so a fast food meal did her good.
That night they both went to bed early with the promise from Declan that they’d go out to the cinema’s the following day and maybe have a kick around with the footy in the afternoon.
India lay awake that night however not able to sleep, ‘it must be new-house syndrome?’ India told herself as she reached for her mothers diary.
She flicked through it and found some pages empty at the back so she wrote.
“Hello my name is India, I’m 16 years old, I just moved to the country with my dad, I have no mother, she died when I was a baby, so my dad has had to take care of me my whole life…it’s 1am now and dad will kill me if he see’s my bedroom light on so I’m going to sleep now”.
India put the diary in her bedside table before turning her light off and heading to bed.
The next morning she woke up to her dad telling her that he’s gotten them tickets to the cinema for 12:10pm so she has to get ready. India sat up and called down to her father that she’s up and getting there now before noticing that her mothers diary was on top of her, “That’s odd?” she thought, “I thought I’d put this in my bedside table?”.
She flicked through to the last page and her stomach did a back flip upon seeing words in her mother’s handwriting under her words.
“Hello India, do you mind me asking how you got my diary and how you wrote in it when it was sitting next to my husband all night?”.
(got this idea when I was thinking about the movie frequency and how the guy in that talks to his dad over the radio, I thought I’d do something like that and I thought that the diary would be the perfect thing to use instead of the radio.. oh and yes I’ll still update Indy, because I have big plans for that story as well as this one)
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