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Post by SJ Docherty on Apr 5, 2016 19:46:33 GMT
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SJ pushed the front door of the home she and her daughter shared. She'd been at the police department all day and then went to see one of her friends at the mayor’s office before heading home. She hung up her jacket and made her way into the living room before shouting on her daughter, however she didn’t see any sign of Melinda in the house. SJ let out a sigh as she looked to the living room of the house she and Melinda now lived in. It was a modest size, three bedrooms, a study and both an attic and basement. She had the extra room in case her friends or family dropped by - which was a probability. But before that, it was back to her living room, which was full of boxes, mostly half full or empty. She was packing up some things that she was giving away or storing, and unpacking other things. She didn’t realise how much stuff they had.
SJ made her way up the stairs to her bedroom - more boxes - and changed into more comfortable clothes. She peeked into Melinda’s room - no boxes - and saw she wasn’t in. The young(ish) mom grabbed her daughter’s washing and took it down with her own and put on a wash before she looked in her empty fridge. “And mom of the year award goes to the lady with no food.” She muttered and grabbed a beer. She would wait until Mel got home and order something. SJ wrote ‘food shopping’ on the calendar to do list for tomorrow. SJ pressed the TV on low and started to sort the boxes again. She wondered how she ended up here, in Cloistere at the butt end of the Bayou - weird. Alas here she was... SJ shook her head as she placed the bottle of beer that she'd just got on the table next to the sofa and got another box, power on through.
After about two hours SJ yawned with a glance around the living room, it looked no different, she couldn't decide what to throw and what to keep out. With a groan she stood and grabbed a photo album that was sitting in a box. It was from the summer before, when her mother was still there and everyone was having a team BBQ. She smirked hearing the door open and shut, “Hey sweetie! I’m in here.” She yelled and smiled as her daughter came in. “How was school?” She knew her daughter had never really had an issue with school, SJ was very thankful of that. Even with all their moving and such, Melinda was a good student.
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Post by Melinda Docherty on Apr 5, 2016 22:08:51 GMT
| S taying in one school was going to take some getting used to. Sure, it was a nice idea to be able to spend time with kids her own age, but she had to re-learn how to act like one of them. The last time she'd had a deep, in depth conversation with a fellow teenager was...well...actually she'd never had one of those. It wasn't that she thought she was better than the others by any means, it was just the fact that she'd always been closer to adults. Honestly, she'd rather hang out in the teacher's lounge at lunch and exchange recipes or talk about the latest gossip in pop culture and politics. But, alas...she was forced in to conversations about which member of One Direction was cuter with a bunch of conversationally challenged text-zombies. Oh well.. at least she knew she could go home and vent about all of this to her favorite human. Speaking of said human.. Melinda's mom was doing her best. She knew that there was no food in the house, and she also knew that this would probably cause SJ some stress, so she opted to walk home instead of riding the bus. It wasn't that far, and she was able to stop by not one, but two take out places to get her and her mom some food. Sure, they could have discussed for an hour what they wanted to eat and then wait for the people dot deliver it.. but this was a much quicker option and she was starving. Once she opened the door, she was greeted by the cheerful sound of her mom - who was not unpacking boxes. "Hey mom," She called, closing the door with her foot. "Ah.. you know.. filled with learning. I don't think it's quite hit me yet that we're gonna be staying here for good so I haven't really made any friends yet or anything." That..and she was kind of awkward. "But I did bring Italian," she placed one bag down on the living room table. "And Chinese." She placed the other bag down. "We can eat them separately, or we can be brave and smoosh them together to make some sort of delicious abomination." She wiggled her brows with a grin. She noticed that she was looking at one of the photo albums, and she slipped on to the couch beside her mom. "Oh! I remember that day.. that was a nice day." |
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Post by SJ Docherty on Apr 5, 2016 23:46:18 GMT
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“Ohh learning, I heard they do that there.” SJ laughed and then scowled a little. “Not with your foot please - that glass in the door is still loose. I’ve not fixed it yet.” SJ might not be the best mother in the world, but she made up for not having a man about - she was a demon at DIY around the place. “But back to the learning and the friends - or lack of…” She said and watched her come in. “Before you say it I’m doing them, I’m doing them…” the boxes did seem to be growing in the house, but to be fair, Melinda only had one room to unpack, SJ had the whole house, she’d never ask Melinda to help with that - unless it got to a month being there and there were still boxes.
SJ grinned as her daughter produced food, “Look how amazingly efficient my daughter is. Let’s go for a mix for sure. Chinlain… Italiese….” She laughed and stood, heading to get soda for the two and napkins and such. SJ thought about the last ‘disagreement’ she and Nick had, it was about the fact she and Melinda ate their own body weight in food, their legs were hollow. He thought she needed to cook more or whatever, clearly he’d forgotten the burnt and undercooked toast incident of 2004... However she was back in quickly and sat with her daughter as she nodded on hearing her about the day in the photo album, “Yup, your dad thought it was hilarious to, along with your grandfather and uncles, to soak me and gran.” She tried to sound annoyed, but it had been a really good day - fun, like nothing horrible lurked around the corners.
Changing the subject SJ grinned at her daughter, “So favourite child of mine, how was school really? I mean your classes and teachers… and friends, or potential friends…” She offered looking for any gossip from her little girl. Truth be told SJ did worry that Melinda’s upbringing had grown the girl up too quick. She worried that she’d missed out on being that carefree kid who like cheesy music and argued with her parents. Mind you she was glad they didn’t argue as much. Still the cop did fear her little girl wasn’t really a little girl, she was 16 going on 27. SJ unpacked the food a little more and handed her over everything she needed. “Pasta with chop sticks.” SJ grinned and settled down as a cheesy classic black and white bad movie started.
“Work today was a crazy mushy mess. My partner is a nice guy at least.” She told her daughter before she asked. SJ popped a dumpling into her mouth as she continued. Her partner was a good guy, Cloistere boy, town hero. He was a founding family member, Josh. His sister owned a store in the town. SJ did leave out that some ass said she couldn't shoot, SJ at one point was one of the best shots in the Bureau, she silenced him after a trip to the range. “You know that antique store that’s shut? His sister owes it, maybe we can go get you some cool furniture?” She offered. SJ knew she didn’t need to try with Melinda, but she wanted this to be their home, the house Melinda loved coming home to once she was off at college. “My point is, I made friends today… So you gonna attempt and make some friends of your own age tomorrow?” She asked with a smirk. SJ knew her daughter all too well.
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Post by Melinda Docherty on Apr 6, 2016 17:10:33 GMT
| O ops. DIY mom was about to be at it again with the door and Melinda kicked it. "My bad!" she called, rushing as quickly as she could to distribute the food. She rolled her eyes with a smile at SJ's assurance that she was eventually going to unpack the boxes. "No judgement! Not a one!" she mused, putting her hands up in defense. She was dancing around the subject of friends..and she knew she was going to get pegged with it again soon. "We're still new. It's completely feasible to live out of boxes." She mused with a firm nod as though agreeing with herself. "Mmm. Italiese. Sounds delish. We must be related." Melinda grinned and sat down, unloading cartons and boxes while her mom went off to get them something to drink. She gazed over the photo album, and she smiled, gently brushing her index finger over a picture of her gran. She was a beautiful woman.. SJ looked a lot like her. She missed her every day, and it was nice to see these pictures. "You got soooaked that day," she laughed. "I'm pretty sure I nailed you with a few water balloons, too. Sorry about that.. i'm kind of a turn coat when there's promise of candy involved. You understand." She teased, her smile returning again. Sure as the sun did rise every morning way too early, Melinda was being grilled about school. It wasn't a secret that she wasn't exactly the social with her own age type of girl, and her mom knew that better than anyone. "I mean.. it's good. It's really good." She grabbed a meatball with chopsticks, and she shrugged . "I have some pretty great teachers so far.. a few of them are tough, but I guess you've gotta have that whole, tough love thing to get through to kids sometimes." She was beating around the bush again. Talking more about her teachers than her peers. "Mrs. Rollins, my math teacher, has this cat.. It's so cute.. Her name is Twinkle." Yep...that was her way. She'd rather talk about cats than make friends. Before she could ask SJ how work was, she began to tell her. Although her mother had her attention completely, she knew there was something coming out of this story... and it wasn't just about furniture. "Antique furniture? That's what i'm talkin' about! It's a date." But wait...there was more. Her mom made friends, and now she was expected to attempt doing the same. "Ah," she breathed. "You got me. I knew there was a life lesson in there somewhere." She lifted her gaze, ignoring the movie on tv, and she eyed her mom. "Okay. I promise, I'll make more of an effort tomorrow to get to know my classmates." It would be tough..but she knew she'd have to do it eventually. "I'm glad to hear your partner is nice, by the way. When do I get to meet him?" |
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Apr 14, 2016 23:03:51 GMT
Post by SJ Docherty on Apr 14, 2016 23:03:51 GMT
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SJ smirked, “Yeah you ARE bad.” She said as her door went swinging and the food came. She was pleased her daughter was so independent, really at one point SJ felt like Melinda had to be like that… just incase. It was a horrible thing to think and plan for but in her line of work - both lines of her former work - it was a scary reality. She smirked as her daughter professed not to be judging, the mother just nodded her head as if encouraging the thing they both knew was a lie. “Totally feasible.” She agreed and watched her daughter sort everything out. She needed some friends who would remind her of her actual age.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure you lived in my stomach for nine months.” She told Melinda and grinned back, “So definitely related… like mother and daughter or something I’m guessing.” SJ laughed and watched as Melinda got drinks to go along with dinner. She knew that everyone always spoke about the fact Melinda was so mature, but SJ did worry she’d missed out on being a kid, hopefully that was something Cloistere could give her. As she put away the photos SJ nodded, “I did, then I had to wear that old shirt of your dad’s gran found in the spare room, I think it’s actually in one of these boxes still.” She laughed and nodded as she threw a balled up napkin at Melinda, “Selling out your mother for candy? Twizzlers or Cheetos?” she asked and narrowed her eyes, everyone that knew SJ knew she was a Cheetos fend.
SJ made a face when Melinda said it was really good, the really threw her off, surely no kid would think it was ‘really’ good… mind you Melinda wasn’t your normal kid. SJ knew that every parent thought their child was special, was overly smart and whatever, but Melinda really was. “Teachers huh? When you are talking about how their teaching practice affects the class you need to make some friends of your own age Melly. Like stop thinking about sneaking into the teachers’ lounge to discuss news or politics and think about sneaking out of the house to go party with the teens.” She told her daughter. “And no more cat chat.” She warned. What other mothers had to tell their teenage daughter to act like a teenager Samantha wondered, probably not many.
“Yeah it’s a store called Betty’s, or Bell’s… no Bella’s it’s called Bella I’m sure. And you just got WAY over excited about furniture. Seriously buy a concert ticket or something.” She laughed joking of course. When she mentioned friends she watched her facial expressions and then grinned at the life lesson comment. “Good - extra merit if you make two friends.” SJ said only slightly joking. “Meet Josh? You can come by the station tomorrow if you want? Just tell Martha at the desk you belong to me and she’ll let you in. She’ll love you.” SJ smiled. Martha Kent was a lovely woman, but god help you if you cross her. She was a sucker for kids. She’d raised four kids with her husband, he ran the local diner, well he owned it, one of the kids ran it now. “And you can bring a new friend with you.” She grinned as they watched the TV.
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