This is my first story on here. I previously posted it on a different site a couple years ago, but am now posting it again with plans to continue it. I hope you enjoy.
As always, all characters are at least 18.
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I'd like to start by saying that my dad is an absolute asshole.
I was born in a small town called Groundsberg, Connecticut. My mother was born there. My father was born there. My sisters were born there. It was very important to us at one point. Not so much anymore, but I'll get to that in a second.
My mother, one Christy Coleman nee' Sampson, is the greatest woman in the world. That is worth nothing coming from me, but I genuinely believe that to be the case. She went to high school at Solomon High School with my father. Same high school I went to. She was the prom queen and an overall bright, cheery, joyful, charming person. She went to college out of state where she started dating my dad. The two of them returned engaged and soon after married. My mother started teaching science classes at Solomon High.
My dad, the shithead, one Jonathan Coleman, came back to Groundsberg and ran for City Council. Soon after, I was born and my mother quit her job to stay home and take care of me while my dad was elected mayor and continued to aim even higher politically, looking toward the senate. Two daughters later (Samantha, 2 years after me, and Katie, 4 years after me), he went into full campaign mode when I was 5. The whole town exploded in support of their golden boy, prodigal son, flawless, presidential hopeful.
My mom, being the wonderful person she is, supported him, doing anything from filling envelopes to driving across the damn state to talk to a handful of potential voters, towing her three kids along the way. She was supportive and helpful up until she came home to find her husband in bed with one of her 18 year old former students, Jessica Ramsey. Needless to say she was upset. He told my mother, as he was getting his clothes back on, that she couldn't say anything to anyone. She disagreed.
She told a ton of people and she demanded a divorce, but the town reacted against her. The things they called her. A pot-stirrer. A tease. A prude. The town excommunicated her, essentially because the media caught wind of my dad's affair, shooting his senate chances out of the air. I was only 5 and barely understood what was going on, but I could feel my mom's sadness and turmoil.
My dad decided to give my mom her divorce and, worried that she would get a lot out of it, he settled on splitting the kids and her getting some money. With my bags packed, I said goodbye to my sisters and my dad and left with my distraught mother wherever she was taking us.
That ended up being an apartment in Sucksville, Indiana. It wasn't actually called Sucksville, but my five year old mind thought it was terrible. I didn't know anyone. I was at a shitty new school. We were poor. My mom couldn't find a job teaching, but worked as a librarian which was nowhere near as much money. We only lived there for a year when we moved again, this time to Missouri. I though Indiana was bad, but you don't know bad until you've been to Missouri.
We stuck around here for quite a while. Until I was 12 and in middle school. She was teaching high school biology and I was having my first experiences with a member of the opposite sex. Unfortunately, my interaction with Carly Stevens was a lot of staring at her early-developed chest and doing her homework because I was too stupid to realize that she wasn't going to immediately love me if I did her math problems.
After seventh grade, my mother and I moved again and again and again, we didn't really settle down in any one place for quite a while, stopping near my aunt's house for just long enough to get 8th grade under my belt. Long enough in another state to get my freshman year down. We would pretty much stay somewhere just long enough for me to find a girl, do another grade, maybe play a sport for a little while. Then we would move to a completely different place.
That is, until we settled finally. We were living in an Extended Stay America in New Mexico when my mom told me she got a new job teaching. She would be paid a good sum to teach high school biology, chemistry, anatomy, and physics at Madeleine South High School in Deaconstown, South Carolina. I was happy for her because she hadn't been able to find a good job teaching anywhere, but she finally did and I couldn't be happier. I wasn't sure if she was ready to go back to the sedimentary lifestyle, but it had been a long time since I had seen her so excited.
Let me take a second to talk about my mom. She is a petite woman, but there's definitely some curve to her body. All the running around, traveling—It's been good to her for whatever reason. I've seen pictures of her from high school and college. Other than having a little more shape (Probably from having three kids) she looks exactly the same. Same bright smile with bright green eyes that I know my sisters inherited. She has pale skin and wide hips that looked even wider on her 5'4 stature. I remember as a kid always playing with her hair which I have found myself doing still on occasion. She had thick long brown hair that fell just above her shapely ass. I saw on her bra once that she wore a 34B.
I took after my dad. My mom tells me that he and I could be twins if I were a dirty cheating shithead. That always made me laugh. I stood at 6'6 with short brown hair. I had worked on a farm while we were living in Missouri and had found jobs in other places, mostly with manual labor. Not only because it kept me in shape, but because they usually paid better. Having a pretty consistent tan was nice, too. I had broad-shoulders and long legs and
We moved to Deaconstown in the middle of the summer, just in time for me to get enrolled as a junior at Madeleine South. I was old for a junior, but all the moving around we did, stopped me from going to school for a year and my mom didn't have much time to home school me. It was fine though. I was looking forward to it. I planned on trying out for the football team and actually giving this place a shot. I was reluctant at first, but driving through the town on the way in, I was definitely more sold on it. The entire town was in support of the high school sports teams and there was definitely a culture around this little town and there was something plain magnetic about it.
Maybe it was how easy it felt to be in it or some sort of sentimentality that I felt from Groundsberg, but I could definitely see myself living here for a while. I genuinely hoped my mom felt the same. We finally arrived at our new house in the early morning and my mom and I were both tired from driving all night. It was a small blue house in a row of similar looking houses. A nice suburban area. Three bedroom. Two and a half bath. My mom told me that when the seller heard she was the new science teacher, a much more lenient payment plan was worked out.
We immediately tried to get things into the house, so we could have a well-deserved nap. We got as far as a handful of boxes and the couch before my mom passed out in the middle of the hallway where we ended up setting the couch temporarily. I let her sleep and went back to work on unloading the car and the U-Haul.
It takes moving to realize how much stuff you have. I didn't know, but while my mom and I were moving, my mom had a good amount of stuff in storage that she pulled out when we were headed to Deaconstown. Maybe we were planning on staying for a while. I was broken away from my thoughts by someone approaching me.
