{ Fighting With Time ] An Original Story by Georgia Christine ++ Preview

++ WRITING A NEW STORY! YAY! ++
Sticking committed because @fere-libenter-id-quod-credunt is supposed to bug me to keep writing, as I will for her. Also plotting out the full story, making character studies, and getting involved. Might post the story on a tumblr, so I can keep a blog of it, not have to make sets, answer questions, and ultimately, get it more readers.
 
And now without further adieu, here is the preview to "Fighting With Time"
 
++ A Knick in Time ++
When I was a little kid, I grew up in a loveless home. My parents had no time for me. My parents had no time for each other. My sister was held high on a pedestal, and to this day, I'm sure, continues to rule as the princess of that house-- but I can't even say she's gotten all the love she deserves. I watched for 11 years, the situation of my family. A famous, wealthy, prestigious and picture perfect one... the one anyone would kill for... atleast from the outside. On the inside, my mother the actress was being exhausted by her work. Though she wanted to, she couldn't give us the love or the time she wanted to... she just never knew how. There was my father, the musician. A lover of music, and art, and flawless taste-- but not of his own children. Except, of course, for Ava. And my darling sister, she was all her own. Only 2 years older, the child prodegy any parent would kill to have. And then there was me. Thayer Michael Pendon-- the never ending disappointment.
An unhappy home, yes, but not big enough to complain, right? That is, until my mother had her breakdown, locking herself in her room, and never coming out. That is, until my father in his exhaustion and frustration got himself a young celebutaunt of a mistress, and spent as much time away from us as possible. Ava got herself an older, popular boyfriend who started hitting her. Meanwhile, I'm still just a child. I've got my problems, but they're drained out by those of my family around me. I'm in a crowded room, screaming for air, help, love, and not one person would look at me. But no one wants to help. No one cares. Except for the one person in the world it had seemed I had left. My mom's best friend and my 'Aunt' Emma. Aunt Emma was the one who gave me the idea. She's the one who helped me craft it. She helped turn it into what it is. And for what's going on seven years now, she's all I have.
But now we're getting to the story, aren't we? Saying it, speaking it, even thinking about it, I feel just as crazy as my d.amn family. I wouldn't believe me either if I was you. Especially in the days you're reading this. Especially when someone bothers to find this journal I'm leaving behind-- if there's anything left in it in the end. I'm still trying to figure that one out. I'm rambling. So how to explain this? I'll start where I'm certain. I am Thayer Pendon. I am 18 years old now. I live with my Aunt Emma and attend this local high school where I'm known as Tanner Shaele.The last time I saw my family was on my 11th birthday. I ran away far from home, to a place no one would find me. And what I'm doing here is murder. It's loss and heartbreak. It's immoral. And quite frankly, yes, it's suicide. Somewhere along the way, I lost all of the care I had.
But I know I have to do what I've come here to do.
I am a timetraveler. I have come back to break my parents up right where they started so we can stop playing this silly little game.
This is my story.