The unexpected

This is a wrting assignment from my creative writing class. My life in 30 years. Hopefully this wil be it. Tell me if you think i did a good job in covering 30 years in 1 day.

Welcome to the life of Abbie after life. Thirty years down the road this is where she ends, or maybe begins. She wakes up to the sound of music in her house. It’s a good morning. The sun in bright and the air is clean there in Italy. She puts on her red silk robe and walks downstairs. Her son is eating pancakes, reading a book, and listening to music. She laughed when she thought of how odd this used to be to her. She always had to multi task, it was just part of her, but when she adopted Tommy he couldn’t multi task for his life. Abbie of course rubbed off on him. She turned the music down.

                “Morning  Tom. What are you doing today?” Abbie asked her son.

                “I don’t know. I might go into Rome with some friends for the weekend, is that alright?” he said while shoving food into his face and flipping a page. He had mastered the art of multi tasking and now he had surpassed his teacher.

                “With who? Where you staying? Are you driving? Do you need money?” Abbie asked.

                “With Katie, Laurence, Jesus, and Ramona might be coming to.” He said. “We’re gonna stay in Katie’s sisters apartment, she’s out of town for the weekend. I’m driving and if you wouldn’t mind with some money.” Abbie thought about it and it sounded fine.

                “That’s okay, take like 200 Euros  from the snowman. Oh mom comes home today, when are you leaving?” she asked.

                “Tonight at like 10, she should be home by then right?”

                “Yeah I believe so.” Then that was the end of their conversation. Abbie was excited for her wife, Sandra  to come home from her visit to her family in Poland. She sat down beside Tommy and he pushed the rest of his pancakes over to her. She ate them gratefully. Then  Abbie went downstairs to her writing room. It was set up as an art studio because it was the environment that she felt the most creative in yet it was probably one of the cleanest art studios in existence. There was a blank canvas set up In the middle of the room, white walls, newspaper on the floor and a desk in the corner. Abbie  sat down at the desk and started at the canvas for some times, still not able to figure out what she wanted to do with it. It had been sitting in that room for the past 20 years mocking her in all its blankness.

                Finally frustrated she turned around to her story and wrote for the nest two hours, that was until a familiar pair of arms wrapped themselves around her neck. Abbie  smiled and turned around to look in the brilliantly purple eyes of Sandra. Her hair was blonde from the polish sun and her skin tan. Abbie squeaked in excitement and tackled Sandra showering her with kisses. Finally they come downstairs to Tommy and his friends sitting around in the living room waiting for them to come back downstairs. 

                Tommy tackled Sandra  and lifted her up.

                “Hi mom!!!” He said as he squeezed her. “How was your trip?!”  Sandra pulled herself from the strong teenagers grasp.

                “It was great, babcia sends her love.” Sandra told him. “So where are you guys going today?”

                “We’re going to Rome for the weekend, Katie’s sister said we could.” He told her. The other three looked up expecting to leave soon.

                “That’s good, stay out of trouble, I really don’t want to come bail you out of jail in Rome, then we’ll have to take a 4 hour drive for you 30 minutes trial” Sandra thought about it then added “yet then you could say you got arrested in Rome. Well no, bad idea, don’t get arrested.” She said with a smile.

                “We won’t mom, I promise, but we’ve got to go now. I’m glad you’re home. I love you.” Tommy gave her a hug then Abbie then the four of them left for their weekend trip.  Sandra and Abbie went and sat down in the living room and watched BBC.  The revolution in France was ending with a signing of a treaty between east and west France, America was taking over and everyone was satisfied, not happy but satisfied. Abbie chuckled and remembered when the revolution had started, she started it. All she had to do was live in France for a year and then she told them everything that was wrong. She didn’t remember all the details  any more being that it was 5 years ago. The only thing that she really remembered was meeting Sandra for the first time. They were both eager tourists hungry for knowledge. IT was a match mad in heaven, if god didn’t shun their kind.

                After 2 years of being together they moved out to a small town in northern Italy and bought this house. Then, they adopted Tommy. He was 14 at the time and from Italy, the three of them belong together and it was a perfect family. Two lesbians and a teenager. Abbie laughed at how her life had turned out. She was a freelance journalist for national geographic and a writer on the time. Not what she had wanted at all when she had first set out on her journey 30 years ago. She wanted to be amazing and travel forever. Live in one place no more than a few months, but the world is a small place when you have all the time you need. Abbie’s lust for adventure had died down about the time that she med Sandra and Sandra had renewed it. They went on trips every month visiting new places. The world never seemed so big to her when she was by herself.

                Their house wasn’t that amazing, they didn’t have a lot of money but they didn’t need that at all.  Abbie and Sandra made the best of everything they had and then some. They were so increadbly happy that it was impossible to be real. Sometimes Abbie had to punch herself real hard because it seemed so much like a dream.

                “Abbie.” Sandra cooed to her softly bringing her back into reality.

                “Yeah darling.” Asked Abbie ready to bend to what ever she wanted.

                “I want a divorce.”