I've decided to repost my War of the Worlds story. No major changes have been made to the first 7 chapters that were posted, just a few grammatical errors that I had wanted to fix. By going back over each chapter, I hope to break my VERY long writer's block and eventually finish this story.
As I said when I originally posted this story, my take on the movie revolves around the Ferrier's and their struggle to survive together during the war that is going on. Unlike the movie, I gave Ray and Mary Ann three children and hope to expand more on their relationships prior to the events in the movie with flashbacks. Also, for future reference, Robbie is 18 years old, Rebecca is 16 years old and Rachel is 10 years old.
Since I have found myself with a lot of free time now (no school & no job, not cool) I will do my very best to post the edited first seven chapters and then the newest chapter as soon as I possibly can.
Disclaimer: Yea...I only own whatever you didn't see in the movie and Rebecca.
The sun had yet to rise on this Friday morning in early autumn, but a tired-looking woman gazed out the window of her New Jersey home. Not a sound was heard throughout the house and the woman hoped to watch the rising sun in the last few moments of peaceful silence she had before the rest of her family awoke.
She clutched a navy mug in both hands and took a soothing sip of the mocha flavored coffee, savoring the creamy taste. She sighed softly and closed her eyes. It was nearly 6am, but she knew she would have to wake her three children soon or she would be late dropping them off to her ex-husband's house. It was a rare occurrence, but they would be staying for a full weekend at their dad's, despite their many complaints and protests, while she and her husband took a short vacation to Boston to visit her own parents.
"Mary Ann?" A masculine voice asked. The woman turned and smiled at her husband as he wrapped his arms around her waist and greeted her with a soft morning kiss.
"Just watching the sunrise before I have to wake the kids up." She replied and leaned into him. "Is all our stuff packed for the weekend?"
He nodded and stared out the window, watching as the sun broke through the horizon and lit the sky in brilliant, bold colors. Both stayed like that, watching the sky together in a comfortable silence, and enjoying the rare moment that they were alone.
Maryann caught sight of the time from the digital clock on the microwave and put her coffee mug to the side. "Tim, do you think you can make some breakfast while I go wake them up?"
"Of course, sweetie." He smiled warmly and released her from his embrace, walking to the fridge to get started with the task of cooking for five.
Deciding she had wasted enough time already, Mary Ann made her way up the stairs and to her son's bedroom. She knocked softly before pushing the door opened gently, only to find the eighteen-year-old sprawled across his bed in a deep slumber. She laughed softly and sat on the edge of his bed, just watching him sleep. He looked so much like his father with the dark hair and big, bright eyes, but was proud to know that looks were the only similarities the two shared.
"Robbie..." She whispered. He grunted, but made no other sign of waking up. "C'mon, time to get up. We have to leave for your dad's soon."
A low groan escaped his lips and he pulled his comforter up over his face. "Just five more minutes." He whined, although it was slightly muffled.
She laughed lightly and removed the blanket from his face, where he looked up at her slightly annoyed. "I still don't see why we have to go to Ray's. I'm perfectly capable of keeping an eye on my sisters while you guys go to Boston."
She watched him roll himself out of bed and trudge over to one of his dressers, opening random, messy drawers for some sort clean clothing to bring for that weekend. She stood up as well and began making his bed and grabbing the dirty laundry off the carpeted floor.
"Robbie, you know Tim and I trust you," She reasoned, "But your dad has his visitation rights. And I know I'll feel better knowing you three are safe at his house instead of here all alone."
The only answer she got was a roll of his eyes and a sigh as he walked into the adjoining bathroom and closed the door. The sound of running water was followed a few seconds later and she shook her head, closing his bedroom door behind her and tossing his dirty clothes into the hall hamper.
A short walk down the hall and she stood in front of her oldest daughter's room. Mary Ann, again, knocked and let herself in hoping at least to have a more pleasant morning experience with her daughter than she got with her son. She found the room to be empty, but her daughter's bed was already made and a black duffel bag lay opened on the floor, a small pile of clothes beside it.
"Rebecca?" She called.
A young girl poked her head out from the adjoining bathroom that she shared with her younger sister. "Yea, mom?"
"Oh, I didn't know you were already awake. How long have you been up?"
The girl shrugged, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear and walking out from the bathroom. "Five, I think. I wanted to get in the shower before Rachel and finish packing my stuff."
Mary Ann nodded and smiled warmly, "You have everything you need for the weekend? All your books so you can get your homework done?"
"Yea, most of it's done anyways." She replied and stuffed the rest of her clothes into the duffel bag and zipped it shut, before sitting cross-legged on her bed.
"Make sure you have your dad check it. Those grades need to start coming up. You can do better than what was on your last report card." Rebecca rolled her eyes and was given a stern look by her mother. "Honey, I know this has all been hard for you...but if you just talk to us; let us help you-"
"I'm fine, mom. I was just being lazy." She cut in, standing up and busying herself with brushing out her hair.
Mary Ann sighed, knowing she wasn't going to be getting anywhere else with this conversation and stood up. "Breakfast will be ready soon. Finish getting ready and bring your stuff downstairs."
Rebecca only nodded and her mother left the room, walking one door down where a row of colorful wooden letters spelled out the name Rachel. Mary Ann walked in and smiled to herself, noting how easy it was to tell the room belonged to a ten year old just by the amount of toys scattered around.
A blonde head of hair was the only thing visible underneath a pile of blankets on the small canopy bed. Mary Ann decided to let her daughter sleep for a few more minutes and pulled a small blue suitcase from the closet, neatly packing a few days' worth of clothes and toys into it, before closing it and setting it by the door.
"Rachel." She said in a sing-song voice. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead." A tiny smile graced the, otherwise, small sleeping form.
"Oh my, how am I ever going to wake you up?" Mary Ann asked, a light giggle escaping the younger of the two's lips. She smiled to herself before lightly tickling her daughter's sides, instantly waking her up.
Both laughed and the little girl hugged her mother around the waist. "You knew I was already awake!"
"Oh, you got me Rach!" She laughed and kissed the top of her head. "The showers all yours and breakfast is almost ready, but you need to hurry up so we can leave soon."
Rachel smiled and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, tossing her many blankets aside and climbing out of her bed. She ran to the bathroom and quickly shut the door, while her mother finished making the bed and grabbed the packed suitcase on her way down the stairs.
Mary Ann walked down the stairs and into the dining room, sitting herself down in her usual chair beside her husband. The table was relatively quiet as she started eating the scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on her plate. No one said anything for a good five minutes, but Tim was the first to speak.
He had already started eating before anyone had come to the table and had, therefore, finished before all of them. He wiped his mouth on his napkin and picked up his plate and coffee mug. "You guys finish up; I'm going to go pack everything into the car so it's ready to go."
Mary Ann smiled and nodded, continuing to eat at her own meal. Robbie and Rebecca sat across from her, both still silent and staring down at their plates although Robbie appeared to be the one with an appetite.
"You know, I really appreciate you both cooperating about this weekend. It makes it a lot easier on Tim and I, and it's only for a few days anyway."
Robbie muttered something under his breath and his Mary Ann raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"
He sighed and looked up to meet her gaze. "I said...I'm sure it'll be a buncha fun." He repeated sarcasm clearly evident in his tone.
"Sometimes I think you two are a bit harsh on him. He is your father, after all."
"Yea, unfortunately." Robbie mumbled, this time so his mother couldn't hear.
At this moment, Rachel came running into the dining room and almost knocked over her chair when she sat in it. "What took so long?" Mary Ann asked, picking up Robbie, Rebecca, and her own plates from the table.
"I couldn't find my ribbon from my riding competition to show dad." She replied, stuffing a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. "You think he'll be happy?"
Robbie rolled his eyes but kept his comment to himself and finished up the glass of juice he was drinking. Mary Ann stood at the sink, washing the rest of the dishes, but glanced behind her to Rachel and smiled.
"He'll be so proud, sweetie." She dried her hands on the dishtowel beside the sink and turned again to her daughter. "Hurry up so we're not late. I told your dad we'd be there at eight."
Rachel only nodded and continued eating as fast as her tiny stomach would allow her to. Rebecca stared absentmindedly at the table, jumping slightly when her brother snapped his fingers in front of her face. He looked at her concerned, but she ignored it and pushed her seat out and headed for the front door.
"Hey, what was that all about?" Robbie asked, following her to the door and grabbing his heavy coat off the hook as she did the same.
Rebecca shrugged. "I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night." She rolled her eyes when he, again, gave her a concerned look. "It's nothing, Robbie."
She was out the door and joining Tim in the car, before Robbie had a chance to say anything else. He sighed and shook his head to himself, making sure his IPod was securely in his pocket and walked out to the car. Rachel and Mary Ann weren't far behind and soon the family was pulling out of their driveway and beginning the long day that lay ahead.