My brain came out with a bad idea, and I just had to write it down.
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Her mother had died a couple of years before, and just a few days ago, her father had joined her in death. The fact was that they had just buried him that morning and now she was on her way out of Brockton Bay. Her mother had a cousin though, that Taylor would be living with now, an government agent of some sort who had recently married a man with three daughters of his own. She hoped that she wouldn’t be a burden on them, but she had talked to cousin Lucy on the phone and she had been both consoling and happy to be meeting her. She had arranged the ticket for Taylor’s flight and was supposed to be waiting at the airport when Taylor arrived, the chirp of the plane’s wheels touching down on the tarmac brought Taylor out of her introspection and back to reality. She was no longer in Brockton Bay, no longer subject to the trio’s machinations, or the school’s non-caring attitude. A new city, a new home, a new life, and God what she wouldn’t give to have been back there putting up with all of it just to have her parents back for just one second.
The thoughts of her parents carried her off the plane and towards the baggage claim where she spotted a tall spare redhead in a blue dress standing with a multicolored sign that had her name on it. Walking up to her Taylor spoke, “That’s me,” the first words to have left her mouth other than perfunctory yes’s and no’s since the funeral. Surprise and shock filled her though as the woman dropped the sign and swept her up in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh Taylor, I’m so sorry,” she said squeezing the girl then holding her at arm’s length. “I guess we need to grab your bags and then get to the house. The girls and Grue are waiting for us, Agnes especially.”
“No other bags, figured everything else that I had could be shipped or stored with the rest of the stuff from the house.” Taylor replied with a slight cringe. Most of the stuff from her house in Brockton Bay had been sold or would be with the house, some having sentimental value had been shipped to a storage facility in her new city, and the rest minus a week’s worth of clothes had been shipped to Lucy and Grue’s home. Hefting the duffle bag that she had as a carry-on Taylor continued. “A week’s worth of clothes and personal toiletries that will get me through until the rest gets here all fit in a carry-on, so I’m ready when you are.”
Lucy nodded, “Very efficient, just like both your parents the last time I saw them. Well let’s get a move on, the girls have a welcoming party planned and I know that no matter what happens that Kevin, Bob and Stuart will want to meet you as well.”
Taylor looked at Lucy, “I thought Grue had three girls, Margo, Edith, and Agnes?” she asked.
“Oh he does,” Lucy answered guiding her to a small blue car in the airport parking lot. “Kevin, Bob, and Stuart are Grue’s three top minions who spend the most time around the girls. Between them and Doctor Nefarious, well, let’s just say that there is never a dull moment around the house.”
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Her mother had died a couple of years before, and just a few days ago, her father had joined her in death. The fact was that they had just buried him that morning and now she was on her way out of Brockton Bay. Her mother had a cousin though, that Taylor would be living with now, an government agent of some sort who had recently married a man with three daughters of his own. She hoped that she wouldn’t be a burden on them, but she had talked to cousin Lucy on the phone and she had been both consoling and happy to be meeting her. She had arranged the ticket for Taylor’s flight and was supposed to be waiting at the airport when Taylor arrived, the chirp of the plane’s wheels touching down on the tarmac brought Taylor out of her introspection and back to reality. She was no longer in Brockton Bay, no longer subject to the trio’s machinations, or the school’s non-caring attitude. A new city, a new home, a new life, and God what she wouldn’t give to have been back there putting up with all of it just to have her parents back for just one second.
The thoughts of her parents carried her off the plane and towards the baggage claim where she spotted a tall spare redhead in a blue dress standing with a multicolored sign that had her name on it. Walking up to her Taylor spoke, “That’s me,” the first words to have left her mouth other than perfunctory yes’s and no’s since the funeral. Surprise and shock filled her though as the woman dropped the sign and swept her up in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh Taylor, I’m so sorry,” she said squeezing the girl then holding her at arm’s length. “I guess we need to grab your bags and then get to the house. The girls and Grue are waiting for us, Agnes especially.”
“No other bags, figured everything else that I had could be shipped or stored with the rest of the stuff from the house.” Taylor replied with a slight cringe. Most of the stuff from her house in Brockton Bay had been sold or would be with the house, some having sentimental value had been shipped to a storage facility in her new city, and the rest minus a week’s worth of clothes had been shipped to Lucy and Grue’s home. Hefting the duffle bag that she had as a carry-on Taylor continued. “A week’s worth of clothes and personal toiletries that will get me through until the rest gets here all fit in a carry-on, so I’m ready when you are.”
Lucy nodded, “Very efficient, just like both your parents the last time I saw them. Well let’s get a move on, the girls have a welcoming party planned and I know that no matter what happens that Kevin, Bob and Stuart will want to meet you as well.”
Taylor looked at Lucy, “I thought Grue had three girls, Margo, Edith, and Agnes?” she asked.
“Oh he does,” Lucy answered guiding her to a small blue car in the airport parking lot. “Kevin, Bob, and Stuart are Grue’s three top minions who spend the most time around the girls. Between them and Doctor Nefarious, well, let’s just say that there is never a dull moment around the house.”