5 Apr 2020, 06:34
Well That Sucked
Bex's dad, Leo Chaney, put her trunk in the car and looked at it with a weird expression. Her parents had never considered sending her to a boarding school, but when a wizard had shown up at her house to explain the letter he gave her, they decided it would be best. Bex looked at her father, a tall and wiry man with a bald spot on the top of his head that he didn't bother to hide. He had sandy blond hair, at the least the remaining strands were, and wore glasses. He was wearing a brown sweater with black trousers. Bex couldn't quite place the look on his face, but she thought he was probably happy that he didn't have to deal with her for a few months.
Her mother walked out of the house, it was a small house that looked identical to each of the neighboring houses. A neat lawn that was never allowed to grow over a 1/4 inch, a tidy two-story white building that had flower bushes around the sides, and a brown welcome mat. The only way Bex was able to tell the difference between her house and the neighbors was the number 28 on the building.
Her mother was short and petite, with brown hair like Bex's. However, she kept her hair up in a bun most of the time. She always wore a button-up shirt, usually the color blue, and jeans that looked like they had never been worn. Bex looked down at her outfit which was ripped jeans with leggings underneath, a t-shirt that had her favorite band on it, her Chuck Taylors, and a beanie hiding the secret pink highlights that her parents did not know about. If her face didn't have a few of her parent's features, she would think that she was adopted.
Her mother walked to the car, an old Ford Focus, and looked at the trunk as well. Her mouth was pursed, and she looked like she wanted to say something. She glanced at Bex, then at her clothes, and shook her head; she walked around and got in the car, while Bex was wandering what she had wanted to say. Her dad looked at her, gave her a soft smile, and the shut the trunk of the car. He got behind the wheel, and Bex climbed into the backseat. Nobody said anything while her dad started the car, and drove out of the driveway.
In fact, nobody said anything the entire drive until the got to Kings Cross, and Bex had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. One of her parents periodically looked into the rearview mirror at her, opened their mouths to say something, and then closed their mouths and looked at the road. It was driving her insane, what on Earth did they want to say? Bex would have welcomed the distraction of picking an argument with one of them to not deal with the nerves causing butterflies in her stomach.
The family got out of the car, and loaded up her trunk on a trolley. They walked in the direction of Platform 9, and not one of them uttered a single word. When they got to Platform 9, Bex realized that there wasn't a sign from 9 and 3/4. The wizard that explained Hogwarts to her parents probably gave them instructions on what to do next, but honestly Bex wasn't paying attention. She was too shocked by the fact that she was apparently a witch. Before she was the one to break the awkward silence her parents decided to employ, she watched a boy jog towards the column between the two platforms and run right through. So that's how it would work, just run at it?
She looked back at her parents who were watching her with that weird look in their eyes, Bex wandered if they would say goodbye. She didn't get along with her parents, but she didn't expect this freeze out by them. She was going to be away for months, and they didn't even want to say goodbye? Well if they weren't going to try and have a nice goodbye, neither would she.
She grabbed the trolley from her father, and he opened his mouth. Finally, Bex thought, he is going to break the silence. Then he shut his mouth, and smiled at her the same way he did at the car. Bex was shocked, and looked towards her mother. She hoped that her mother at least would wish her farewell, but she just met Bex's eyes and looked away.
She couldn't believe it, her parents were really not going to say goodbye? Well she wasn't either. She nodded at both of them, and started jogging towards the platform. She didn't dare look back at either of her parents, and closed her eyes as she got close the rock. She felt weird as she passed through the column, and glanced back to see if she could see her parents. She couldn't, so she walked towards the train.
She watched as other parents said goodbye to their children, hugging them, kissing their cheeks, or ruffling their hair. When she saw a mother hugging her child while crying softly, Bex looked away quickly but the pain had already shot through her. She felt her own eyes water, and sob building up in her throat. She moved towards the train, and vowed not to write her parents until they reached out to her.
Bex willed herself to be angry about her parents actions, but this time she couldn't hide her pain behind anger. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't do that here in front of people she didn't know. She looked at her surroundings and watched all the magic happening around her. She was amazed that it was real, and couldn't wait until she could do all of the things she saw. The first step was to get on the train, and with that thought she slightly smiled as she stepped onto the train. Her broken heart hidden momentarily by the wonder of the new world she was a part of.
Her mother walked out of the house, it was a small house that looked identical to each of the neighboring houses. A neat lawn that was never allowed to grow over a 1/4 inch, a tidy two-story white building that had flower bushes around the sides, and a brown welcome mat. The only way Bex was able to tell the difference between her house and the neighbors was the number 28 on the building.
Her mother was short and petite, with brown hair like Bex's. However, she kept her hair up in a bun most of the time. She always wore a button-up shirt, usually the color blue, and jeans that looked like they had never been worn. Bex looked down at her outfit which was ripped jeans with leggings underneath, a t-shirt that had her favorite band on it, her Chuck Taylors, and a beanie hiding the secret pink highlights that her parents did not know about. If her face didn't have a few of her parent's features, she would think that she was adopted.
Her mother walked to the car, an old Ford Focus, and looked at the trunk as well. Her mouth was pursed, and she looked like she wanted to say something. She glanced at Bex, then at her clothes, and shook her head; she walked around and got in the car, while Bex was wandering what she had wanted to say. Her dad looked at her, gave her a soft smile, and the shut the trunk of the car. He got behind the wheel, and Bex climbed into the backseat. Nobody said anything while her dad started the car, and drove out of the driveway.
In fact, nobody said anything the entire drive until the got to Kings Cross, and Bex had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. One of her parents periodically looked into the rearview mirror at her, opened their mouths to say something, and then closed their mouths and looked at the road. It was driving her insane, what on Earth did they want to say? Bex would have welcomed the distraction of picking an argument with one of them to not deal with the nerves causing butterflies in her stomach.
The family got out of the car, and loaded up her trunk on a trolley. They walked in the direction of Platform 9, and not one of them uttered a single word. When they got to Platform 9, Bex realized that there wasn't a sign from 9 and 3/4. The wizard that explained Hogwarts to her parents probably gave them instructions on what to do next, but honestly Bex wasn't paying attention. She was too shocked by the fact that she was apparently a witch. Before she was the one to break the awkward silence her parents decided to employ, she watched a boy jog towards the column between the two platforms and run right through. So that's how it would work, just run at it?
She looked back at her parents who were watching her with that weird look in their eyes, Bex wandered if they would say goodbye. She didn't get along with her parents, but she didn't expect this freeze out by them. She was going to be away for months, and they didn't even want to say goodbye? Well if they weren't going to try and have a nice goodbye, neither would she.
She grabbed the trolley from her father, and he opened his mouth. Finally, Bex thought, he is going to break the silence. Then he shut his mouth, and smiled at her the same way he did at the car. Bex was shocked, and looked towards her mother. She hoped that her mother at least would wish her farewell, but she just met Bex's eyes and looked away.
She couldn't believe it, her parents were really not going to say goodbye? Well she wasn't either. She nodded at both of them, and started jogging towards the platform. She didn't dare look back at either of her parents, and closed her eyes as she got close the rock. She felt weird as she passed through the column, and glanced back to see if she could see her parents. She couldn't, so she walked towards the train.
She watched as other parents said goodbye to their children, hugging them, kissing their cheeks, or ruffling their hair. When she saw a mother hugging her child while crying softly, Bex looked away quickly but the pain had already shot through her. She felt her own eyes water, and sob building up in her throat. She moved towards the train, and vowed not to write her parents until they reached out to her.
Bex willed herself to be angry about her parents actions, but this time she couldn't hide her pain behind anger. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't do that here in front of people she didn't know. She looked at her surroundings and watched all the magic happening around her. She was amazed that it was real, and couldn't wait until she could do all of the things she saw. The first step was to get on the train, and with that thought she slightly smiled as she stepped onto the train. Her broken heart hidden momentarily by the wonder of the new world she was a part of.