This is my first Gamer Girl Fanfic, hope you enjoy! If I get any of the information wrong, tell me( in a nice way, though). :D
It's Monday. As usual, I'm supposed to be doing my math homework, but I'm drawing instead. Shocker, right? Ever since I won that contest, I've been spending literally all my free time drawing.
Also, Mom says I've been more cheerful lately, which is true, actually. I don't want to come off as stuck-up, but I do have new friends, a boyfriend, and on top of all that, I'm getting my book published. So there are a lot of reasons to be happy.
" MADDY!" Mom hollers at me from the first floor. "I'M LEAVING NOW! WATCH EMILY!" Yes! Now I actually have an excuse for not doing my math. Babysitting! Oh joy.
By the way, where is Mom going? Lately, like over the past couple of months or so, she's been mysteriously disappearing to unknown places. But not before she puts on nicer clothes and makeup. Suspicious.
I clamber downstairs to the kitchen, taking extra care not to step on any unicorn figurines. I've learned the hard way that that is the one thing you don't want to do around here. You wouldn't believe how pissed off Grandma gets at me.
Emily is sitting at the dining room table, slumped over, with a pencil dangling limply from her hand. Looking at her homework, I see that she only has to worry about multiplying by nines. Lucky kid.
I approach her. "Mom told me to watch you."
"I know." Her voice is whisper-quiet. Why is she being like this? Now that I think about it, she looks kind of pale, too. And tired. When I reach out to see if she has a fever, she twists away.
"What are you doing?" Emily whines.
"Nothing," I say, jerking away my hand. Sheesh!
"Leave me alone! Stop treating me like I'm five, and……and just leave me alone! I'm fine!" Emily snaps.
O-kay. That clearly means that that she's not fine. What is the deal with her?
The phone rings. My friends know not to call on school nights, because of Grandma's unreasonably strict phone rules. So who is it?
I pick it up. "Hello?"
"Is this Madeline Starr?" a woman on the other line asks. I grimace at my 'real' name. "Yes, this is her."
" There has been such high demand for your book, your fans have requested that you write a sequel."
Wow. Is she serious? People actually want me to write another book?" I accept!" I squeal into the phone. Normally, I'm not the squealy type, but in moments like this, I sometimes forget that.
"Very well. Please send your rough draft ready for us by May 17th."
"OK! Bye!" I exclaim, hanging up the phone. I scan the calendar (which features pictures of unicorns for every month) and discover that May 17th is in three months. No problem.
I peer back into the kitchen. Emily's head is down on the table, and she's sleeping. I'm obviously no doctor, but now I know something's up, because Emily never falls asleep at 7:30.
I touch her forehead. As I expected, it's on fire. Carrying her upstairs to her bedroom, I begin to worry. Call me crazy, but I think it's more than just a fever.
About three hours later, Mom rushes into the house, looking as if she's going to burst out in song, she's smiling so much. She doesn't seem to care that she might wake up Emily. Plus, her lipstick is smudged. What the heck?
"Maddy." She talks to me like a hyper, impatient little kid. "Where's Emily?"
"In bed, where she's supposed to be."
"Oh well, I'll tell her later." Mom said.
"Tell her what?" I say impatiently. Seriously, though. What is it?
"Well….." she begins, obviously beginning to regret what she was going to tell me.
I cut her off. "Stop stalling! Tell me!"
As soon as she said those two little words, the world stopped turning, and I stood there in shock. They kept playing in my head. I'm engaged, I'm engaged, I'm engaged.
How? I didn't even know she had a boyfriend! Why didn't I know about this?
"Who is it?" I demand.
"His name is Derek Henderson, he has a daughter Emily's age, and his son, Billy-"
"WHAT?" I interrupt, slamming my fists on the counter. It leaves a stinging pain, but I don't care. "YOU'RE KIDDING ME! WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THIS?"
" It's not a joke," Mom says softly.
I try to calm down, still not believing her. " No. Mom, no. How can you do this? You know perfectly well how much Billy hates me!"
She looks crestfallen. "Oh, honey, this is a new opportunity! The past is over!"
Yeah, right. Would anyone want their mom to be married to the dad of the kid who made your life a living hell? I didn't think so.
"Plus," Mom exclaims as if nothing had happened, "they're moving in with us after the wedding!"
I thought that it couldn't get any worse, but it just did. My only comfort right now is that Billy must be feeling the same things I am. We're on the same side, for once. "When's the wedding?" I ask, as if I was interested.
Let's see, three months of freedom, three months of happiness, basically three months…………
Until my life is over.
Well. Chapter 1 completed! Reviews make me feel special( hint, hint)