I decided to do a new vampire story, but this time with a setting more familar to me, but the characters completely different. Hope you like it. :)
(A/N: All the towns in this story are real. The characters are only a figment of my wild imagination.)
Chapter One: New Country
Today was a new day for me. What was unusual about it was the fact that I was starting my first day at a new school in another country. But first, perhaps I should tell you about myself.
I was born in Moscow on March 7th and I had been living with my mother for the past sixteen years in our small apartment in the city. Although we were happy, we were also very poor, despite the fact that our country was no longer communist.
Last year my mother lost her job at the office and it was getting harder to make ends meet. Soon the money ran out and we were going to be evicted in two weeks. Then we received a letter. It came from America, and it was from my father.
"Papa sent it?" I asked my mother.
"Yes. But it is in English. I can't read it." I gladly accepted the letter and began to read it.
I realize that I haven't been there for you as much as I should have been in your life. If it's okay with your mother, I want you to come live with me here in New Hampshire. You can finish school here and it'll be easier for you to get into college.
I want to make everything up to you, and ask that you come here to live with me. Just be sure to answer back by August so I can register you for high school. I have a feeling you will like it here.
"Papa wants me to live with him in America and go to school there," I said to my mother.
"Well, do you want to?"
"I'm not sure…I don't want to leave you here."
"Ludmila, do what your heart tells you. I will live with Anya and Elena."
"I want to go live in America," I said getting up from the kitchen table to write a letter to my father by e-mail. I guess he thought we didn't have internet here in Russia.
Three days later I got a new message from my father, saying he was glad that I chose to live with him. He told me to pack and take the next flight to Boston where he would pick me up at the airport there.
"Mother, do we have enough money?"
"Yes. With your savings and mine, it'll be enough to send you to Boston. Your father will take care of the rest." I nodded and began packing all of my things into two suitcases.
The day before we were evicted, my mother and I took the subway to the airport where I would be leaving Russia. Little did I realize that I would never be coming back.
"You take care Luda. I want you to do your best at your new school. I know that you'll get into a University. And please, do not forget me."
"I won't," I said to her. She hugged me very tightly and both of us began to cry. "I love you mother."
"I love you too." We slowly let go of each other and I made my way towards the booth where I handed the flight attendant my ticket, and proceeded through the tunnel and onto the plane.
The flight was extremely long and boring, only seeing dark blue water below. There were a few in flight movies, but they weren't very good. I was more into movies like "Napoleon Dynamite" or "Superstar."
When we landed in Boston, I was very disoriented and I had no clue of what time it was. We had traveled halfway around the world and it was nearly the same time when I left Moscow ten hours previously. My ears were popping as I exited the plane. I had swimmer's ear and I knew it would be a few days before it subsided. Outside, the air was very hot and humid, the black tar below my feet absorbing all the sunlight. I wondered if New Hampshire would also be like this.
I walked into the airport, searching for the lobby where I knew my father would be waiting for me. I was trying to hard to remember what he had looked like, since he left when I was just a baby. My mother said he was tall, with dark hair and blue eyes.
"Luda?" I heard my name being called, and when the crowd thinned, I saw a man holding a sign that said: Welcome Home Luda, in Russian.
"Father?" He nodded his head and I smiled and ran to him. He hugged me and walked me out the door.
"You've changed so much since I last saw you," he said looking up at me. It was sort of awkward for a girl like myself to be taller than both her parents. My father was a few inches shorter, and my mother would be a head shorter than him.
"How is your mother?"
"She is fine," I said. It was strange hearing my father speak to me. His English sounded much different from my own: it had a rugged quality, and much faster than what I had been used to.
"How long have you been taking English lessons?" he asked me as we got into the parking garage.
"About six years. Do I sound okay?"
"You sound fine to me." We walked up a large ramp, and the garage appeared so strange to me. We didn't have things like this in Russia, or at least…not six stories tall.
"Well, here's our chariot," he said unlocking a truck. On the back it said: "Ford" and it was blue, with a white stripe on the back. The truck was very dirty and appeared very old.
"Sorry if it 'aint fancy. But this is what we'll need at home."
"How far is New Hampshire?"
"Where I live, it's a good four hour drive."
"If we don't stop or drive fast enough, then it's about three and a half."
"And how many kilometers?"
"Uh…it's 200 miles," he said. "That might be close to 250, maybe?"
"That's very far." Once my luggage was in the truck, we began our long drive to my new home.
"What is this town called?"
"Lancaster," he said as we drove through the busy streets.
"Is it a large city?"
"Not even close. It's a very small town, but they have a nice school. White Mountain Regional. Nice place. There's about 800 kids there."
"800? That is less than my old school."
"Really? I thought there would be more."
"We had many schools in Moscow."
"I have a feeling you'll like it in Lancaster. It's a nice little town."
"We will see," I said curling up in the seat and closing my eyes. I soon fell asleep and woke up later on seeing a McDonald's.
"Where are we?"
"Are we in New Hampshire?"
"Yes. We're almost home."
"How much longer?"
"About an hour and a half. Did you want to go in and eat?"
"Yes. I want French fries. I haven't had them in a long time."
After getting our meals, we sat in the car eating, and I listened to my father tell me about Lancaster. There were farms around the area, and it was close to Vermont. The summers were very hot, while the winters were very cold.
"It is the same in Russia," I said. "But it feels warmer here."
"It gets very humid," he explained. "There are lots of woods and mountains around too, and we get quite a bit of rain."
"How many days?"
"About 200 days a year are cloudy. Our county is one of the ten darkest in the country."
I wouldn't have much of a problem adjusting to the climate, but I had never lived in the woods before, and was unsure of how that would go. I was told that wild animals would be out there.
"You should've seen that moose!" he said. "It was a huge buck, about ten feet high, with huge antlers, that must've been bigger than my arms. When I flickered the lights, the damn thing just stood there and didn't move one bit. I'm telling you, those things are about the dumbest animals I've ever seen, especially that one."
I had read about moose, but never seen one. As we traveled through the notch, we saw one run across the road."It's female," he said. "She don't have any antlers."
"Wow. It's so big." I was in complete awe of such a large animal. It appeared frightened, and reminded me of myself. I was in a such a strange country, speaking a language I was barely familiar with, and soon I would be going to a new school.
'What if I don't fit in because I am Russian?' I hoped that people in America would be nicer than those in Russia.
Soon we arrived in Lancaster, with twilight beginning to set in. There were a few cars parked on the wide two way streets, small shops lining the middle street. We traveled up a hill and I saw a sign, telling me how far away the other towns were. My father said St. Johnsburry was larger, but Gorham was around the same size, and Jefferson and Whitefield were extremely tiny.
"Groveton 'aint far, it's a bit smaller, though. Then Stark is extremely tiny. But it's the most photographed place in our country."
"Yes. Mostly it's the bridge that leads into town. Nice little town it is."
"How far away is the nearest city?"
"Berlin is the nearest city, but I would hardly call it one. It's next to Gorham. Gorham is a tourist town, but Berlin isn't even close. No one wants to visit, even if the paper mill has been torn down. They sent all the jobs to China."
"I've never been there," I said. "I've only been to Kallingrad and Estonia. It is the same as here, but colder."
"That's what I read in the e-mails your mother used to send me." Soon he slowed the car down and turned into a small dirt driveway. The house was well out of town and our nearest neighbors were about a mile away. In Moscow, my nearest neighbors were upstairs.
The house was a small pale yellow one with a black shingled roof, and white trimmed windows. The door was wooden and old, and there was no porch. Instead there was a large willow tree with a tire hanging from it. There was also an blue tarp that most likely had an old car underneath. The lawn was green and freshly cut, but there were no flower gardens. There were weeds growing along the sides of the house, and a small brook was near the intersection of the road. Near the tree sat a small wooden picnic table, and a barbeque grill that I had also heard so much about.
"Here we are, home sweet home." He turned off the roaring engine and we proceeded to unload the truck, being careful with my luggage. My father unlocked the door and led me down the hall and to my room. There was no upstairs, and the basement was hardly suitable for me to sleep in. I opened the old wooden door to a small bedroom. The walls were white, and in the room was a single bed, a small dresser and a desk with an old computer on it.
"This was the guest room, but I figured it would make more sense for you to have it."
"I'll leave you to unpack. Let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you. I will," I said. I opened up my suitcase and began to unpack my things. I had a small closet in the room, and began putting all my things in there, and folding up all my pants and putting them into the dresser. I found the room to be very bleak, and put up some posters of t.A.T.u. and Rammstien on the walls. On the top shelf of my closet, my father had taken the time to buy me a bedspread. It was a purple and black pattern with black lace trimming. It also came with a pillow case and bed skirt, and I put those onto my plain white bed.
'It is starting to look more like my room. On the top shelf of my desk I began arranging my CD and book collections on the shelves, and placing my pictures of friends and family on my dresser drawer. I took a step back and fell backwards onto my bed. In Russia I did not have a room like this. When I opened the blinds on the window, I did not see a brick wall ten feet away. Instead I saw a huge countryside with forests and huge blue mountains.
'This is one of most beautiful places in the world. No wonder people live here. It is so nice.' I got up from my bed and saw my reflection in the mirror, noticing how tired and dishelmed I appeared. There were dark circles under my blue eyes, and my braided strawberry blonde hair was beginning to come undone. As always, my complexion was fair and smooth. My body was awkward, but not extremely thin. I would consider myself average sized, but also rather tall. Father said I was around 5' 9'', which was quite tall for a girl. He said he was 5' 7'', but I didn't know how much that was in centimeters. I was not used to being a country where the metric system wasn't used. My weight was now in pounds, my height in feet and inches, and the temperature in Fahrenheit.
Everything was so strange to me, but I would get used to it. I lay back down on my bed and soon I fell asleep.
Well, what did you think? I hoped you liked the first chapter, and if you want more, please don't hesitate to review.
Thanks again, and stay tuned for chapter two.