Exciting Ideas

Posted On January 18, 2011

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May, Round 2- Todd household { featuring Shannon (32), Sandy (31), Hermione (13), and Annabelle Todd (4), as well as Claire MacDonough }

Sandy was sitting on the floor of the nursery, talking to her daughter Annabelle.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked.

“Bottle!” Annabelle shrieked, clapping.

Sandy giggled at her adorable toddler, who was growing up every day.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, her other daughter was doing some growing of her own.

“Ugh, my ass looks huge. I need to cut down on those collard greens.” she muttered, surveying herself in the mirror.

She headed over to the next door.

“Morning, mom.” she kissed her mother and picked up Annabelle.

“And good morning to you too, silly goose!” she said, kissing her sister as well.

“Honey, I’m going to jump in the shower. Can you please put your sister back in her crib and meet me downstairs for breakfast?” Sandy said, rising to her feet.

Hermione obliged, sliding her sister in the crib with one last giggle.

* * * *

A little over a year ago, her parent’s had gone through a rough patch. They’d grown more and more distant, letting the romance die little by little, until there was nothing but resentment and distance.

That was clearly no longer the problem Hermione thought dully as she ate her pancakes. The sounds of her parents kissing, touching, and whispering was making her sick.

“Can you two perverts keep it down?” she groaned, throwing down her fork. “Honestly, why can’t you two be normal and hate each other like Claire and Sydney’s parents?”

They pretended to not hear her, still gazing rapturously into each other’s eyes.

Hermione had blossomed into an outspoken, outgoing young adult who nearly always commanded the rooms attention. She wasn’t obnoxious, to be sure… but close.

“Oh, god, I’m getting out of here before I vomit everywhere.” she said dramatically, sliding off the stool and grabbing her books.

* * * *

When Hermione returned home from school that afternoon she raced upstairs and found her father and sister napping together in the master bedroom, and her mother at work, evidently.

“Thank god for that.” Hermione grabbed the phone and dialed the MacDonough house. “Can I speak to Claire please?” she said after Blake answered. “It’s me. Listen, it’s friday afternoon. Can you and Sydney come over? I’ve got some really exciting ideas.”

She could hear Claire jitter through the phone. “Excellent! Yeah, I’d love to come, but Sydney can’t. She has to babysit the boys while my dad and Blake go out.”

“Hurry, get over here before my mom comes home!”

* * * *

It was almost five o’clock when they arrived at the train station.

“Can you explain the plan to me one  more time?” Claire asked as they sat in the waiting room.

“Okay, were taking the six fifteen train to Maple City, and from there we are going to P.U.R.E. club. I stole my mother’s i.d.”

Claire looked horrified. “You’re thirteen, Hermione. Your mom is over thirty.”

“So?”

“No one in there right mind is believing that, fool!” Claire nearly shouted.

“Look, you’re always complaining that we never do anything grown up or fun. I’m just trying to try something new here.”

“And I’m all for it, but I mean… your mom?”

Claire continued to vocalize her doubts, even as they watched the train pull in on the platform.

“This is it!” Hermione jumped up. “You coming?”

And with a sigh of the worse, Claire followed Hermione onto the train.

* * * *

P.U.R.E. was in the heart of Maple City, and was already bustling when they arrived around seven.

“This is gonna be such a fail.” Claire whispered as they walked up to the door.

But it wasn’t.

Hermione was gracious and poised, acting well beyond her thirteen and three-fourths years as she flirted with the bouncer.

And before they knew it, they were whisked inside a real live, adult club.

Claire eyed Hermione enviously as she confidently strolled in, winking at some random guy. Meanwhile, Claire was cowed.

Soon it became clear though that the blaring music, flashing lights, and crowd’s energy was contagious.

Some of the Maple City people were so crazy Hermione and Claire couldn’t help but giggle.

As the night wore on, the girls found themselves at the electronic dance sphere, and Hermione eagerly clambered on.

“You got it girl!” Claire cheered from the sidelines.

Hermione screamed with glee as the sphere twisted and spin her this way and that.

“Your turn!” she exclaimed as she neatly dismounted it.

“Uh…” Claire couldn’t find the words to protest as Hermione shoved her in.

“I think I’m in trouble.” Claire warned.

“You’ll be fine!” Hermione reassured.

Not even a minute later…

“Yeah, I don’t think this is my cup of tea.” Claire said as she brushed herself off.

“I heard there are hot tubs on the roof!” Hermione gushed. “Let’s get in!”

Claire sighed with defeat. She had signed up for this, after all. “Alright, come on you big lezzie.”

* * * *

They ended up having company in the hot tub. An eighteen year old boy named Ian. Hermione had introduced them both as ‘Heather’ and ‘Blair.’

“Good one, Sherlock Holmes.” Claire muttered.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Claire was eying Ian more and more suspiciously as he eyed Hermione more and more seductively.

And she was eying back.

Hermione was overcome with excitement of the night. A bubble of happiness was filling up inside her. Not only had her plan worked, but she managed to get out of Kayton Square for the evening, dance at a real club, and meet new people, now she was about to get her very first kiss.

She had been dreaming of nights like this for so long, yearning for more than the dreary routine of suburban teen life. And now, it was actually happening, in front of her eyes.

“So, baby.” Ian whispered to Hermione. “Want to find some place quiet? Alone? Away from red at least?” he jerked his head to the corner of the hot tub, where Claire was glaring at them reproachfully.

“Hey, buddy, guess what?” Claire said through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“Red has some news for you. ‘Heather’ is thirteen!” she rose out of the water and pulled Hermione with her. “Goodbye, creep!”

“What did you do that for?” Hermione cried once they were across the roof.

“Hermione, that guy was sketchy in every way! He’s eighteen! For god sakes, you don’t want your first kiss to happen that way! You want it to be special, with someone you actually have feelings for!”

“Well excuse me for just trying to be a little mature. You guys are all such babies!”

Claire was angry now. “Babies?! In case you haven’t notice, Hermione, we are! You’ve been so busy trying to be all high, mighty, and mature, that you left all of your friends behind. And it’s time one of us finally says something. The make up, the short skirt.. it’s way too much, way too soon.”

Hermione faltered. Perhaps, she wondered, could her friends be right? Had she really been trying too hard to grow up, and pushed her friends away in the meantime?  She hung her head. “I’m sorry. You’re my best friend and I was out of control.”

Claire smiled. “It’s okay. After all, what would any of us do without you to bring a little crazy to our lives? Now come on let’s get our clothes on!”

They reached the chair where they had left their clothes. It was empty, clear as day. The girls spent a few minutes searching frantically, and finally had to admit defeat.

“We’re going to have to take the train in our bathing suits…”

They both found this to be an amusing end to an extremely amusing evening.

* * * *

Much late that night, when her Hermione was finally safe in bed, she replayed their adventures in her head.

She already had some more exciting ideas but next time, they’d be a little less extreme.

Just a little bit.

* * * *

Hermione has become an absolute joy to write about. She’s one of my favorites! In fact, I just can’t get inspired by Sandy and Shannon right now, and Annabelle is too little to really do much for the story, so Hermione’s spunk is kind of saving the whole family from slipping into townie oblivion, haha!

thanks for reading.

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Picking Up the Pieces, Part I

Posted On November 14, 2010

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March, Round 2: MacDonough family update, part 1 { featuring Blake (32), Mitchell (33), Claire (13), Sydney (13), Charlie (3), and Ace MacDonough (6 months). Also features Sandy and Hermione Todd, and T.J. Linkletter} 

Claire MacDonough entered her kitchen on a mission.

Find her dad. Get help.

In a normal home, locating your dad to help you clog an exploding toilet bowl would be easy. But not for Claire.

The MacDonough family was anything but normal, and in the past two months, had grown, if possible, even more chaotic. Four dogs and four kids meant trouble, apparently.

She finally found Mitchell, teaching her toddler brother to walk. “Hey, dad, ditch Charlie for a minute and help me, please? The toilets backed up and water is everywhere!”

Mitchell barely even glanced at her. “I’m busy. Cope.”

“Dad!”

“You can take care of yourself.”

Such was the only answer she would hear to anything lately. Claire groaned in frustration and went off to get her step mother, Blake.

She waltzed into the bedroom and, slipping on dog pee, screamed.

Blake sat up in bed. “I’m trying to sleep here!”

“But Blake-”

“Get out! I need my rest!”

Claire rolled her eyes and decided to give up. Let the whole floor flood, what did she care? When she reached the landing of the second floor, her baby brother Ace’s screams filled her ears.

He’d been crying all day.

* * * *

If there was one place in her house that Claire loved the most, it was the shower. In here, under the warm flow of water, the noise was blocked out. Completely.

And she had time to think. Sometimes, the weight and pressure of the responsibilities her parents left on her shoulders was just too much. Not only did Claire have to deal with the regular issues and feelings of being a teenager, but Claire also had to clean the house, feed and walk the dogs, look after the cat, and make sure Charlie and Ace were properly cared for, since Blake and Mitchell were such a mess.

Although young, Claire was not stupid. She could see what was happening in her home. Her dad worked round the clock, barely making enough money for them to live on. When he was home he spent time with the babies, since they needed him more, he claimed. And Blake was useless lately. Ever since the birth of baby Ace, she had fallen into a postpartum depression that left her able to do nothing but sleep and mope.

So Claire had this little time to herself, and she savored it.

* * * *

Clean and dry, she entered the room and spotted one of the dogs on her bed.

“Aw. Sometimes they can be cute.” she said.

“Do I look any skinnier to you?” Sydney said behind Claire, startling her.

“Whoa, I didn’t know you were there!”

“Okay, but do you think I look skinnier? Because we’re going out tonight, and I want to look cute for T.J.” Sydney turned and checked out her figure in the mirror.

“Yeah you look great! But since when are we going out?”

“Hermione just called and said her mom can take us bowling! Over at Sugar Cube!”

Claire’s face lit up. “That sounds great! But you’re forgetting one thing.”

“What?” Sydney mumbled, applying some lip gloss.

“Blake is never going to let us go. Ever.”

“Please, I’m her actual daughter. She can’t say no. I’m dying here. It’s driving me crazy. I’ll go ask her now. Maybe if I get the baby to shut up she’ll be in a good mood and tell us we don’t have to baby sit.”

“Okay…” Claire said skeptically, throwing herself down with a heavy sigh on Sydney’s bed.

* * * *

Sydney found her mother in the babies’ room.

“Hey mom! Uh… I have a question to ask you.”

Blake turned to her daughter with weary eyes. She was dressed in slipper and pajamas, and her unkempt hair fell down her shoulders. “What do you need?”

“Can me and Claire run out with Hermione? Her mom is taking us to Maple City.” Sydney said this very fast, nervous for what Blake would say.

Ace began to scream as she wrestled him back into his crib.

“Do I look like I have time to worry about that? Go, just go… I need to deal with this baby who

won’t stop yelling!” she said shrilly.

 “Okay… bye mom.” Sydney closed the door with a snap.

* * * *

The four teens met outside Sugar Cube Bowling in Maple City.

Sydney thought she might just melt right there as T.J. wrapped his arms around her for a welcome hug.

“Come on kids, let’s get inside. We need to get you home before it’s too late!” Sandy, Hermione’s mother, said.

Once they were all settled inside, Claire took charge, naturally.

And soon they were just enjoying themselves like regular teenagers.

“Woo! Strike!” Claire yelped, jumping up. “Beat that, Syd!”

“Er… Sydney glanced at T.J. nervously as she approached the lane. He was chatting animatedly with Sandy, so hopefully he wouldn’t notice her choke it.

And of course she did. Gutter ball. But she’d grown used to disappointments.

She turned, all of her feeling welling up inside her, threatening to escape at any moment. She couldn’t handle it anymore.

But then… Claire appeared at her side. “You know, he’s been checking you out all night.”

Her face seemed to light up, and not from the artificial and colorful cubes. “T.J.? Really?”

“Yup. And you can tell he likes what he’s seeing. He wants to get all up in that.” Claire chuckled.

“Ew! You’re so gross, Claire. You always take everything to extremes.”

“Call me what you want, but I’m a matchmaker!”

Little did the sisters know, a certain someone may have overheard them, and was diligently listening, straining to hear his name again.

“I’m just saying you should tell him how you feel.” Claire finished.

“Don’t worry. I will. Eventually.” Sydney said.

“Guys!!” Hermione, one to never be ignored, screeched from the seating area. “Are you ever gonna move so I can have a turn?”

* * * *

That night, the girls prepared for bed and got comfy in their shared bedroom.

“I think I realized something today.” Sydney frowned.

“What?”

“Every time I’m not at home, I’m happy. And every time I’m here… I’m…” Sydney struggled to find the right words.

“Sad?” Claire nodded empathetically. “Same here, girl.”

“It’s not that we’re abused or anything. Our parents really do love us. But… especially lately, we are sort of…” she leaned back.

“Neglected? Rejected?”

“Yeah.”

“Like I said, sis. Same here.” Claire repeated.

“Okay. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Sydney rolled over.

“Oh, shoot!” Claire sat up. “I let the television on! Can you hear that? Be right back!”

She flung off the covers and rushed into the living room, and sure enough, there said the t.v., still blaring some music video. The images cast flashing, eerie shadows along the walls.

She switched it off and turned to leave when a sneeze from behind startled her.

“What the heck…” Claire, aghast, found little Charlie sleeping fitfully on one of the dog beds.

“This is too much. Come here, poor thing.”

Where were their parents? She found herself thinking. How could they be so careless? As she gathered her little brother in her arms, the dog began to tear the couch apart, his claws ripping into the fabric, the plush spilling onto the floor. He growled loudly.

It was time to surrender. “Something’s got to give.” she whispered, sadly retiring to her bedroom, still cuddling her toddler brother.

** * *
My computer was in the shop for over a month. I just got it back. I don’t think I have any more excuses. I really want to get rolling on this round. Part 2 should follow, if finally nothing gets in the way and I can get back on track like I was in May.
Thanks for reading. The MacDonough houser really is as horrible and chaotic as it shows, and their is water, empty bottles, spoiled food, and toys everywhere. Worse, and Mitch does is work and Blake, already a selfish woman, only has time for the infants.
 It’s a mess. 😦

 

Get One Every Year

January, Round 2 – mini update (birthdays!) { featuring Claire MacDonough, (13) Sydney MacDonough, (13) T.J. Linkletter, (13) Hermione Todd, (13) Stacey Ann Linkletter, (2) and Keziah Mamuyac, (2) }

Tyler cuddled adorable little Stacey Ann as they prepared for her second birthday.

There was the cake, and the cheering.

And then she was a toddler! Wow, she really is her mother’s daughter! Kimberly made sure her baby was decked out in pink.

That same evening, T.J. went from a child…

to a cute teenager! Check out that jacket!

* * * *

Meanwhile, in the Heggler household, Jenna and Tracey celebrated Keziah’s second birthday as well!

Even though Jenna was just an “aunt” to Keziah, she had grown to love the baby, and it was with great pride and affection that she handed her to her mother, Tracey.

And pretty soon they had an adorable toddler on their hands!

(In case you were wondering, big changes for these three next round – their update is coming up soon!)

* * * *

Over at the MacDonough house, Blake and Mitchell were too busy to notice their little girls…

…were not so little anymore.

Wow! Look at these two! Claire especially grew into her looks; and I’ve always pictured her as a little clutzy and artsy – I love her makeover, if I do say so myself!

And Sydney is one of those girls who is naturally very beautiful, but doesn’t play it up at all – maybe she’ll come out of her shell soon.

* * * *

Finally, at the Todd home, silly Hermione had some growing up to do.

As a funny child…

And now a funny teen, still hamming it up!

Here’s a picture of the two sisters, Hermione and Annabelle. This is framed and hanging in their living room now!

Everyone here in Kayton would like to wish these kids a happy birthday!

* * * *

Outtakes!

My god, what happened in this shot? She looks awful! Buck toothed, eyes bulging… oh my goodness, poor girl!

And Tracey, perhaps it is not safe to throw your child into the ceiling…. look at her hands! She really went for that one, damn!

thanks for reading… and check out the new header!

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