Post by DaughterofOphelia on Sept 15, 2011 17:36:06 GMT -5
Nice To See You Again (A Lauren & I tale)
Thirteen year old Lauren Rebecca Montgomery, soon to be Lauren Rebecca Harkin, reflected upon the terms on which she had met her soon-to-be brother, Keith R. Harkin.
________5 years ago________
An eight year old Lauren sat on a beach in Ireland, playing a guitar she had saved up for with the little money she got helping around the neighborhood.
Her foster parents, John and Carrie Thompson, worked for one of the museums.
They were her fifth set of foster parents in the four years she had been in the system.
She stopped playing suddenly, and said "Hello, who is there?"
"Hey lassie. How did you learn to play like that? My name is Keith Harkin." A tall blonde man about twenty years old said, smiling.
"I taught myself, mostly. My last foster parents had a daughter named Michelle and she taught me a bit. I'm Lauren Montgomery."
"Nice to meet ye Lauren. Mind if I play something on your guitar?"
"Not at all. Go right ahead. But, please don't break the strings; I don't have enough money to buy new ones." She smiled; he laughed.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." He said, still laughing.
He started singing something she recognized as Mountains Of Mourne.
"......To be back where the dark mournes sweep down to the sea." He finished.
"That was lovely!!" Lauren said clapping. "Absolutely lovely!"
"Can ye sing?"
She flushed. "A wee bit, I'm not very good."
"Please, can ye sing?"
"Aye." She smiled. Perhaps he was a friend, someone she could trust, someone who would actually care about her.
Her voice was high and clear, with perfect pitch, and she hadn't strayed off key.
".....O Danny boy, o Danny boy, I love you sooooo." She finished, crying, but smiling.
" 'That was lovely!! Absolutely lovely!' " He quoted, making her laugh. "Why are ye crying?"
"The last time somebody said they loved me was right before mummy and daddy died." She started crying harder, so he hugged her.
"How long ago was that?" He said, then wished he hadn't.
"Four years ago, I was four." She sobbed.
"Would it help that even though I just met ye, I love ye like a little sister?" He smiled, because she looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
"You do?" She asked, starting to smile.
"Aye. An' I'll cross me heart that I do!" He said.
She was now laughing, which made him laugh as well.
"Thank you!" She kissed his cheek.
He flushed red and said "Yer welcome "sis" ", which made her laugh again.
"Would ye like to meet some of me friends? They sing and play guitar like ye and I."
"Sure! I just have to get back to John and Carrie's house by ten o'clock, or I'll be locked out."
"John and Carrie Thompson?" He asked.
When she nodded yes, he smiled, but he thought about what he knew of them.
They didn't really care about anything but their work, messing with artifacts in the museum. They were never home until about ten o'clock each night, and left early in the morning. They were nice people, but they were obsessed with their work.
Thirteen year old Lauren Rebecca Montgomery, soon to be Lauren Rebecca Harkin, reflected upon the terms on which she had met her soon-to-be brother, Keith R. Harkin.
________5 years ago________
An eight year old Lauren sat on a beach in Ireland, playing a guitar she had saved up for with the little money she got helping around the neighborhood.
Her foster parents, John and Carrie Thompson, worked for one of the museums.
They were her fifth set of foster parents in the four years she had been in the system.
She stopped playing suddenly, and said "Hello, who is there?"
"Hey lassie. How did you learn to play like that? My name is Keith Harkin." A tall blonde man about twenty years old said, smiling.
"I taught myself, mostly. My last foster parents had a daughter named Michelle and she taught me a bit. I'm Lauren Montgomery."
"Nice to meet ye Lauren. Mind if I play something on your guitar?"
"Not at all. Go right ahead. But, please don't break the strings; I don't have enough money to buy new ones." She smiled; he laughed.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." He said, still laughing.
He started singing something she recognized as Mountains Of Mourne.
"......To be back where the dark mournes sweep down to the sea." He finished.
"That was lovely!!" Lauren said clapping. "Absolutely lovely!"
"Can ye sing?"
She flushed. "A wee bit, I'm not very good."
"Please, can ye sing?"
"Aye." She smiled. Perhaps he was a friend, someone she could trust, someone who would actually care about her.
Her voice was high and clear, with perfect pitch, and she hadn't strayed off key.
".....O Danny boy, o Danny boy, I love you sooooo." She finished, crying, but smiling.
" 'That was lovely!! Absolutely lovely!' " He quoted, making her laugh. "Why are ye crying?"
"The last time somebody said they loved me was right before mummy and daddy died." She started crying harder, so he hugged her.
"How long ago was that?" He said, then wished he hadn't.
"Four years ago, I was four." She sobbed.
"Would it help that even though I just met ye, I love ye like a little sister?" He smiled, because she looked up at him with hope in her eyes.
"You do?" She asked, starting to smile.
"Aye. An' I'll cross me heart that I do!" He said.
She was now laughing, which made him laugh as well.
"Thank you!" She kissed his cheek.
He flushed red and said "Yer welcome "sis" ", which made her laugh again.
"Would ye like to meet some of me friends? They sing and play guitar like ye and I."
"Sure! I just have to get back to John and Carrie's house by ten o'clock, or I'll be locked out."
"John and Carrie Thompson?" He asked.
When she nodded yes, he smiled, but he thought about what he knew of them.
They didn't really care about anything but their work, messing with artifacts in the museum. They were never home until about ten o'clock each night, and left early in the morning. They were nice people, but they were obsessed with their work.