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+ 14	Becca (18)
+ 13	Hearing is Believing (2)
+ 11	Diary of Secrets (2)
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+ 22	Scream.
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+ 26	Ravenwood Manor (Intro)

-Chapter Three-

 

 

 

 

 

I skipped dinner and none of them objected. I guess their little way to get through to me was to give me space. Give me a break, like hell that is going to work.

A light knock on my door made me sigh overdramatically but when I heard that little cough it transformed into a groan.

“What do you want, Becca?”

“Let me in and I will tell you.”

“Okay.” I said not even moving a smidge.

“You aren’t going to, are you?”

“Nope,” my response was a little smug and whatnot and that made her sigh.

“That’s no way to treat your sister.” She muttered and I chortled with rage.

“Sister?!”

“Well, what would you call us?”

“Strangers now stop bothering me or I might get angry.”

“You already sound angry.” Becca muttered and I ripped the door open.

“No, this is just irritation; you don’t want to be near me when I get angry.”

Becca shrugged. “My mom gets angry, too and she’s not scary.”

I began to shake with wrath but then my stupid self-control told me to do otherwise so I was composed within seconds. Becca was still unfazed but I tried to ignore that as I gestured to my room.

“Come in, sister.” I sneered and with a shrug Becca strolled in.

“I helped paint.”

“How nice,” I stated before leaving my room and slamming the door behind me.

Damn this day was going by so slowly; think about how slow two years would go by. It is mind boggling even to me.

“Jackie, wait!” Becca called after me and I could tell that from her panting she was running. I turned around and smirked.

“What?”

She paused to reach into her pocket and pull out an inhaler. Great, she not only has terrible allergies but asthma; poor kid.

“I just wanted to give this to you. If you don’t like it throw it but if you do then keep it.” She shoved an envelope in my hands before prancing away with another glance back.

I must admit, I was incredibly curious about what was in the envelope so I practically pried it open with my two hands. It was a hand drawn picture with the family on it. My father had his arm wrapped around Liza and Becca was standing at the foot of them.

 

One thing is missing.

 

Was scribbled at the bottom and my heart stopped at the sight of the next word.

 

You.

 

I looked up at the direction that Becca had disappeared into with a shocked expression. How could she want me here? Did she only make this picture to get on my good side or did she truly mean it? Instead of crumpling up the picture I shoved it delicately in my jean shorts before venturing off to find Becca.

I found my way back to her white bedroom and hastily knocked on her ivory door. I heard the shuffling of feet as the lock clicked and the door swung open.

“Yes?” Becca asked in a nonchalant voice.

“What is this all about?” I questioned while shoving my finger onto the drawing and putting it in front of her face.

Becca shrugged and pushed it down so that I could see her ashen face. “I drew it the other day because I couldn’t wait to finally not be an only child.” Her blue-gray eyes sparkled with sincerity.

“O-Oh,” I stammered unsure of what else I could say.

“No need to thank me, I did it more for myself. You see I am trying to work on my artistic side. I want to be a good drawer like my grandpa.” She explained and I assumed she met her mother’s father because my father’s father is dead.

“Well… er… thanks… I guess.”

Becca nodded. “So is there anything else you needed?”

I was about to say no when a question bubbled to my lips. “Just out of curiosity may I see your room again? I mean, I let you see mine…” I will admit that I was just as interested in these strangers as they probably were about me so if I am to live with the enemy it would be nice if I could know them a bit better.

“Sure,” she replied with a shrug before gesturing me to enter her incredibly white room. I noticed something different than last time; sketching pencils sprawled across an ivory desk and an unfinished picture beside it.

“Is there anything else you do?” I asked eyeing the incomplete picture. “Besides drawing, I mean.”

“Ballet,” she answered reaching into a drawer and pulling out a pair of black ballet flats.

My forehead creased as I looked the flats up and down. “I thought they could only be pink…”

“Nope, I liked this color better, it seems more… professional.” Becca quickly shoved the shoes back into the drawer and turned back to once done. “So… what do you like to do?”

“Well, obviously basketball.” She gave me a confused look as I rolled my eyes and explained. “As you can see, I am pretty tall.”

“And?”

“Well… basketball players are usually tall…” I said slowly and she gave me a vacant stare. “Never mind,” I gave up but I could tell she wanted to know more.

“Is there anything else that you like to do?”

“Run.” I said with a smile as I remembered the track season.

Even though I was tall, my height didn’t get in the way when I ran. Not only was I the fastest girl in my school but at literally all of the track meets. Besides the relays hurdling was my second favorite even though I did trip once and practically shattered my knee.

“Are you fast?”

“Very.” I didn’t mean to make it sound like bragging but it’s not like I am about to lie and say that I am slow. That is just stupid.

I jumped from the buzz of an alarm to my right. I looked over at Becca frantically and noticed that she looked relatively calm.

“Relax; I just set my alarm to eight thirty so I know when to go to bed.”

“You go to bed at eight thirty?” I snorted with disbelief; I usually stayed up till midnight.

“I like to get up early and I don’t want to be tired so it is the perfect time for me. I am sorry to shoo you away so early but we will have time to chat tomorrow but if you don’t mind I need to sleep.” Becca replied before practically shoving me out of her room and closing the door in my face.

“Pushy,” I said loud enough for her to hear me on the other side of the door. I walked away from her room slowly before going off into my own and staring out the window.

The night was masking over the bright day it had been earlier. It was that ominous shade of dark blue that caressed the stars delicately. The night is always so much prettier than the day; especially a crappy day like this one.

Rather than sitting here and staring at it I decided to try out that nice porch and actually be outside. I stomped obnoxiously through the halls and past all the rooms before reaching the front door and opening it up. At the sound of her voice I turned rigid.

“Are you sure that it was best to have her come here? I mean she is your daughter and all but it is obvious that she hates us.” Liza’s voice said quietly on the porch and from my angle I could see her and my father’s shadows moving to and fro along the swing.

“I know and she is a stubborn so this will be a struggle. Besides if she really hates it so much I could ask if she’d rather stay with my mother.”

Ugh. His mother.

The strictest bitch I have ever met. Her tight lips and white hair used to always think of her as a madwoman but it was her silky voice that made me think otherwise. I haven’t seen that grandmother in five years and I don’t plan on seeing her again anytime soon.

So my response to his question would most likely be no.

These people may be aggravating but they are definitely better than living with that woman.

“Becca was so excited about having an older sister; and from what you told us about her I thought she would be so much more… but I guess I shouldn’t assume things. Her life must be very troubling at the moment so I should just cut her a break.” Liza rambled and I could tell that my father wasn’t really listening from his “uhuhs and yeahs”.

“Was that what Catalina looked like?” Liza asked and the sound of my mother’s name brought my attention back to their conversation.

“Yes, only Cat was shorter.” My father said using her nickname. “And she kept her hair longer.”

“Oh.” Liza’s voice almost sounded jealous but he didn’t catch that.

My mother was Puerto Rican which was where my bronze skin, dark eyes and hair came from. My height was probably the only physical feature I got from my father.

Their conversation once again went back to a boring subject so I decided to just go back upstairs. I was going to just carefully close the door when I thought of something much better. With every ounce of my power I slammed the door closed.

Liza gasped and probably jumped but my father shrieked. I didn’t even bother to suppress my laughter as I went back up to my room. As I was opening up my door someone hooked my arm and spun me around to face them.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow to talk, but I think the sooner the better.” My father hissed in the dark hallway.

 

 

 

(Author’s Note: Not much to say for this chapter except that it will get better as the chapters go by. If there is anything I need to improve on please tell me. Thanks!)

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