your baby's gone -*

[oakley]

There was not a single butterfly in Hannah's tummy that day. She didn't feel her heart skip a beat. No shortness of breath, no tear burred vision. There was no excitement when the baby blue charger pulled through the immaculate gates of the prestige Blue Ridge Academy. This wasn't some dream Hannah had thought up when she was a young girl, it wasn't a moment she had waited her whole life for. Dreams are things you want, things you strive for. But attending Blue Ridge Academy was an expectation. It was the best of the best and Hannah Greene's father had always been set on sending his baby girl there. Here.

With no registered excitement in Hannah's body, she was calm and collected when she stepped out of her spunky car, letting the warmth of the Kentucky air hit her flushed cheeks. Dont get me wrong, Hannah was more than happy to be here, looking forward to her schooling and competing experiences here. But she had never been very good at making friends, perhaps a bit too independent in herself to rely on anyone else. She hadn't had many friends back home in Tennessee, but she did have a few, which had always been there. Since she was a little girl and didn't have a worry in the world, since she was bright and flamboyant, a child. Leaving them was hard at first, thinking about having to make new relationships consciously, since those at home had been made by what seemed to be a different person. But with the lack of excitement in the girl's body, there was plenty of room for confidence. Genuine or not.

Hannah leaned her petite body against her car, watching the gates she had just pulled through. Within moments, a deep red Dodge truck pulled through, hauling a three-horse slant Exiss trailer. When the sun hit the trailer's aluminum, it ricocheted into the windows of the Main Office behind her. The set pulled to the side of the parking lot, where it parked and sputtered down to a quiet moan, then silence, the diesel cut off from its powerful motor. This would be her rig while here, her pretty little car unfit to pull the large trailer containing her mount.

Behind that vehicle, a white Porsche pulled in and haulted smoothly beside her. Plastering a smooth fake smile on her face, Hannah acted as if she were looking within the dark tinted windows of the vehicle. Somewhere in there she was meeting the eyes of her filthy-rich, heartbroken, pathetic excuse of a daddy. She knew he was smiling back. She also knew his most recent girl-toy was smiling back as well. But for the wrong reasons. The young blonde was ecstatic of Hannah's leaving. All Daddy's money to yourself, bee with an itch. She kept the smile. Mr. Greene stepped out of the luxurious vehicle, power radiating from his three piece Klein suit and expensive size eleven spit shined loafers. The Toy stayed in the car. Michelle said to tell you she sends her love. The booming voice floated to her, but she simply snorted and rolled her eyes, keeping her casual posture as her father neared. She hadn't heard a word. You're going to love it here, you'll be the best of the best, successful. I just know it. I'm so happy for you, baby girl. Yeah. Thanks Dad. How nice of you. But she simply broadened the plastic smile and nodded her thanks. Mr. Greene stepped forward and wrapped her in his broad arms. For a moment, Hannah let herself believe he was being true, that he was just another father hugging his beloved child goodbye, with the intent of calling that night and visiting every month, and sending pictures. But that only lasted a short second. Reality flooded and Hannah realized her father's whole existence was fake. A lie. A hoax. She hugged him back shortly then released, triggereing his body to stiffen then also release. Thanks Daddy. Have a safe trip home. At first, Mr. Greene acted as if he might say something. She held her breath, hoping with all she was worth that he'd have something with a little bit of depth to say. Something like, "I'm going to miss you, kid." or "I'll check up on you tonight, kay?" or even "Want me to come help you get your keys?" But he stopped himself and just nodded, clutching Hannah's shoulder for a moment then stepping away and getting into his little sports car. His daughter faced the Main office, her school, her new home. Hannah didn't watch them pull away. Hannah watched her new home unfold before her.