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East Bluff Nightmare-Chapter 2
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 Created on 3-19-08
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I can’t believe what is happening to me. I have been thinking about it since I woke up today. My mother got so mad when I didn’t talk to her all the way to our new house. Moving is such a drag, I hate having to unpack once you get there. On a bright side my room is huge, but it has a lot of windows so the first things I do in cover the ones with no blinds.
“What are you doing?” I had a feeling she was going to ask me that when she finally walked in the room.
I don’t give her any answer to her question. She already knows what I am doing so why does she need to ask. On her repeating the question I walk out of the room to go get my suitcase. Our new house is so big. I start to wonder why we have such a big house for two people. The living room is twice the size of my new room and my new room is three times the size of my old room. It has three floors and five bathrooms. We are only two people. The kitchen is the size of my room and the dining room table is seated for 10. Ten, who seats a room for 10 when there, are only two people in this house. I have a feeling that the moving is more than she said it was about. It’s like we are getting a big family or something. I finally make it out of the house only to get that stupid feeling in the pit of my stomach. I go to the trunk and pull out my suitcase. I try to get every thing I need from the car as fast as I can. I have never been so afraid in my life as when I got that feeling. Something about this feeling made me want to run away. It was like the feeling when you are alone and you feel like someone ore something is watching you. A feeling you can never seem to shake off.
“Are you done with you silent treatment?”
“Sure,” I say running up to my room I can’t wait to close the door.
“Well we need to talk at diner.”
I can’t believe what I am hearing. I can almost imagine what she will say. It will probably start with “Sorry Honey” and in the middle will be “I found a nice man” and end with “I knew you would be OK with it because he has lots of kids.” This would explain the big house. I couldn’t wait to hear our conversation (not). I knew I would never forget this night. I start with my clothes and I put them in my closet which is the size of my old room. Once I’m done with that I start on the knick-knacks I still have. Then I carefully take out my precious box and hide it away. I need to find a really good hiding place if more people are going to be living here. I lay down on my bed after all the hard work it done.
“Honey, can I come in?”
“Sure.” I knew I didn’t matter if I said yes or no
“We need to talk.” Her voice is just like how I imagined it would be when we had this talk. “I met someone on my business trip and we hit it off.”
Did she just say they hit it off? I don’t think I ever thought I would hear my mother say that. This is weirder than I thought it would be.
“He is really nice, and he has 4 kids. Two pairs of twins actually.”
“Is that why we got such a big house so you could tell me and marry him? Why couldn’t you tell me before? I think you are being very selfish.”
“I knew this would happen, so I already got married. They are moving in tomorrow. I don’t want you doing any stupid tricks to make them move.”
I can’t believe this she had already gotten married. She wasn’t going to tell me. I can’t believe how low she went. I hate her right now. Every time things are looking up they fall all the way back down because of her. My life has been ruined because of her.
“Get out of my room and leave me alone.”
She doesn’t say a word she just gets up and leaves. I am back to using to the silent treatment. I go into my closet and take out my precious box. I open it up and stare and the picked at flower that I had gotten the day my father died. How could she have done this its way too low for her?
Thinking of what my new ruined life will be like tomorrow I only hope he is not tall and has blue eyes. I don’t know why I thought this it was just something I thought would be great if he didn’t. It’s not like I was going to except him or his children. They would just ruin my things, and if they ever touched that piano I would kill them with out one backwards look, or without hesitation. I felt like I was stabbed so hard I could die, but I had something keeping me alive and having to deal with this terrible pain. This house feels new yet familiar, the room feels safe, and yet I feel like I am being followed by someone who is out to get revenge or just peace with me, but I don’t know why. I feel isolated and alone, and I know nothing is like it should be and this year everything will change: Maybe even forever.
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Please Login to post comments| On June 25th 2008 Omniton Said : | |
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Wow, I'm really not liking this mom. Great story, though! kmp! GOD BLESS YOU! |
| On March 21st 2008 chayeah22 Said : | |
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He's going to be the guy! I know it!!!! |
| On March 20th 2008 dangg101 Said : | |
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Wow sounds great! i love it so far. please kmp ^-^ great job! 8D |
| On March 20th 2008 sadee309 Said : | |
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good job mik :) |
| On March 20th 2008 mikhee Said : | |
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defiantly
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| On March 19th 2008 xHickChick789x Said : | |
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wow that was surprising! lol Please tell me when you post the next part. This sounds like it's going to be a great story :) |
