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Bookbreath
Josette Shakespeare
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07-02-2012, 05:02 AM
This story is a little unorganized and I have spent the last few hours editing. I found this story on one of my thumb drives from high school. I really like the story line but I don't know where to go with it from here. I know there is a lot of useless information to take out and more detail to put in. All help is welcome!
She sat alone in her cold basement office. Her green eyes watched her hands as they flue along the key board. Her long blond hair was flowing down her back. Her eyes glance at the alarm clock next to the monitor. Last time she looked, it had been 7:00 P.M. but it now read 1:33 A.M. She had been doing what she loved doing; writing. Her mom would check to make sure she was in bed at two. She had twenty-seven minutes. Her phone beeped and she jumped. It was a text from her best friend and crush. He had text her wanting to make sure she was awake. Every night at 3:30 A.M., he came over to hang out and draw. He was a very talented artist and loved to draw her.
It was Christmas break so she did not have school in the morning and no homework to do, not like she ever did it anyway. The clock now read 1:54 A.M. She turned off the monitor so it would look like she wasn’t on it and ran quietly back to her bedroom. She could hear her mother’s footsteps as she walked to the stairs and down to her room. She flipped off her bedside lamp and through the covers over jeans and tank top. Her door opened slowly letting the hall light slip into the room. Once the light fell on her face the door snapped shut silently. After five minutes, to make sure her mother was back upstairs in her bed, she slipped back into the office and turned back on the monitor. Her sixty five-page story popped back onto the screen.
She had been working for over a week on this story and wasn’t about to let it stop. It was about her secret romance with her best friend. He hadn’t read it yet but she wanted him to when she was done. The office was plastered in drawings of her on the computer or lying in the bed that would soon not be there. Her friend had been coming over for close to a year now every night at 3:30 A.M. They stay up until around five when her mom gets up at 6:30. She sleeps from 5:00 until about 8:30 then she would get up and get ready for school that started at nine.
Her computer loaded down with music from over the years and pictures from the time she was a baby to the present day. She had just gotten a new laptop, but it wasn’t set up yet and the computer person had to come transfer all the files over. Her new Dell was still in the box.
Page sixty-five came and went fast. She was now on almost eighty-nine. Her phone beeped causing her to jump again. Her friend was almost outside. He was early that night. It was only 3:15. She saved and closed out of her story and opened the story her friend had seen her working on for most year he had been coming over. Now on page 409. She ran to the emergency window right outside her office. She started to open it right as her friend dropped down into the whole. He was holding a new sketchbook, having finished off his last one the night before, and a bag of her favorite chocolate bears. She gave him a quick hug then led him into the office.
"My god Storm, how long are you going to make this story?" The girls’ friend asked sitting down on the small bed next to the computer.
"I don’t know Dallas. I kinda wanna make it long and maybe publish it. You liked it so far so maybe I could go somewhere with it. I mean I still need help with a title. But that normally comes last any way." Storm closed the door and sat back down at the computer. She re-read what she had last typed about the young girl and her father being chased by her mother. The mother was crazy was trying to kill her family. The young girl was name was Alex, her father was Mike, and mother was Taylor. She ate a chocolate bear and then stared to type. Her fingers were moving faster and faster every day.
Dallas opened his new sketchbook to the first page. He loved the smell of new paper. He pulled a small pencil out of his pocket and started drawing. He would soon need a new sketching pencil, which Storm kept a box for him in her desk. Page 409 didn't last long as the words flowed onto the screen. Dallas started to draw Storms eyes. He almost never colored his pictures; he liked the black and white look to much. Her eyes glued to her hands, almost never looking at the screen. She didn’t have to. She knew when she made a mistake. She paused only to turn on some light music. Soon enough "Weekend Warriors" by A Change of Pace quietly play out of the computer speakers. Dallas rolled his eyes. He ha to listen to this song every night since Storm fell in love with it.
"Storm, do you ever think of what you might be doing after high school?" Dallas asked slowly. He had just graduated the year before and she was a junior. He was about to start college in January at the local community college.
"You know I want to be a cop, and write, and dance, and wow. I guess I never stopped to think what my major goal was." She stopped typing and put her hands in her lap. She stared at the brick wall in front of her. Her eyes caught on a picture of her talking on her phone. Dallas had drawn that one just a few nights before and it was one of her favorites. She couldn't believe that she hadn’t thought about it before that night. She was dance captain with her best girlfriend Sami as her co-captain. Her writing was improving as the days went on and she was getting all A's in her Criminal Justice classes. Although she went to therapy, she was very smart and very talented.
"I think you could get your stories published in a heartbeat. Ask around school. Half the school has read some of your stuff online plus your amazing poems that you put in each newsletter. Babe, you could go far with that mind of yours. Plus, I might have asked a friend of mine, who works in a publishing building, to read one of your stories. And she said she would just get her one within the next few weeks and she will read it over." Dallas gave an evil grin and laughed. Storm was frozen in place. She almost couldn’t breathe. This could be her big break. Now she only needed to pick one of her stories to send out.
The clock read 4:00 A.M.
"Dallas, please tell me you’re joking." She turned and looked at him. He was still smiling. "Oh my God Dallas, What story am I going to do? You’re crazy, you know that right? Oh my God, Thank you!" Storm jumped up and tackled him. She gave him a big hug. They were lying on the bed the sketchbook tossed aside along with the pencil. They laid there until the clock read 4:53 A.M.
"I need to go soon Storm, Storm?" Dallas looked down; Storm had fallen asleep in his arms. He easily picked her up and carried her into her olive green bedroom. He went back into Storms office and started to clean up their mess. His sketchbook and pencil was set by the window while he went, saved her story, and shut off the monitor. He made the bed, took her phone into her room, and plugged it into the charger. He shut off all the lights then slipped out the window into the night.
"So, have you decided what story you are going to send in yet?" Dallas asked as they walked through Wal-Mart to the school supplies to get drawing and writing supplies. Storm wanted some new red checking pens and Dallas wanted to try some new erasers. It had been almost a week since Dallas told her the good news. "Remember she wants it soon."
"I have it narrowed down to two stories. The vampire one that’s like only 298 pages or the Historical fiction the one about World War II. You know the one where the young girl’s parents are killed and she is forced to live with strangers the rest of her life." Storm picked up a pack of red Bic pens and four green notebooks. Now all she needed was printer paper and black ink. Dallas had already grabbed erasers. He also wanted to get some new books to read,
"I like the vampire one. The charts are saying that vampires are in. So I would push that one. Plus, not many people like historical fiction. Come on lets go get your paper and ink then we can go to the book store and see what’s hot there." Dallas practically pulled Storm to the computer accessories.
Once out of the store Storm put their bags in the back seat of her Chevy truck. Dallas was almost half way to the bookstore by the time she got everything put away and her doors locked again. They were both geeks when it came to books. No one knew about Dallas's obsession with books only because they feared him. He had dark blue almost purple eyes, shaggy black hair and had his lip pierced.
The two looked for over an hour in the large bookstore walking away with only seven books each. Storm had gotten the Twilight books and some books by a small town writer who sold his books himself to bookstores. Dallas had gotten the small town writers books too, along with a new sketching improvement book and two fiction-writing books that he planned on giving Storm for Christmas. It was only a few days away.
The drive back to Dallas's house was not a quiet one. They talked about the cover page of Storm's book, and how Dallas had to draw it. He was there through the whole writing process and knew how she felt while writing it. He was to draw the main character standing alone in the woods where most of the story takes place. He would be wearing a long dark red robe with his long blond hair hanging over his face hiding it from view. Dallas was starting to sketch some ideas down when they pulled up to his house. There was a strange black car in the driveway. It was an old black mustang convertible with the white top up. It had been well taken care of.
"Um, I don’t know that car, and I wasn’t expecting anyone, were you?" Dallas turned to Storm hoping she knew who it would be. She shook her head. Dallas lived alone with his dog Paco and cat Johnny. "Well let’s go find out."
"Go ahead, I'll stay here and when I see blood spray on the windows I will call the cops, okay?" Storm laughed. He knew she was kidding but they both kept their phones out and ready to call for help. They slowly walked through the thin layer of snow on the grown up to Dallas's front door. He turned the knob and slowly pushed it open. The kitchen light was on. The house was normally dark because Dallas liked to keep the shades closed. They walked carefully towards the lit room. Dallas was the first to see the man standing at the counter looking out the window.
"Hi Dallas, I was wondering when you were going to come home. Hello Storm." The man turned around.
"Father Jacobson, you scarred us. We thought someone was going to kill us or something." Storm laughed and sat down in one of the chairs at the island. She looked down at the light blue counter top.
"No, No, just me. I was hoping I could talk you two into coming to church on Sunday and helping with the little kids. Our normal teacher went on vacation and we haven't been able to find any good teenagers to help." Dallas sat next to Storm and motioned for Father Jacobson to sit across from them.
"Well I know I would love to. I love kids, you know that Father," Storm sat up straight. Storm used to volunteer at the kids center next to the church until she became a cheerleader.
"I will too. Kids are who I want to help in the hospitals when I get done with school." Dallas took Storm's hand under the counter away from Father's view. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She hoped Father didn’t see her eyes brighten.
"Great. Well, I best be going. I'm sure you guys are very busy. Plus I hear Miss Storm is getting a story looked at by a publishing company one of these days and I'm sure you want to work on it." Father Jacobson gave Storm a little wink then stood up. "I'll pray all goes well for you." and he was gone. The two looked at each other then started laughing as soon as they heard Father's car start and drive off.
"Well so much for the killer. How about I make some coffee." Dallas said standing up still holding onto Storms hand. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He knew he wanted them to be together but didn’t know how she felt about him. She didn’t pull her hand away when he took it and he swore he could see a small smile.
"Coffee sounds good. A lot of sugar?" She smiled. He knew how she liked her coffee. He made it for her every Saturday morning and Friday evening. Today was Tuesday, but they didn’t care. Coffee was good any day of the week. They continued to stand there looking at each other still holding hands. Dallas's phone beeped and they broke from their trance.
"Um yeah, coffee. Text from Kyle. He's going to come over and help paint that room today. You wanna help?" He pulled his hand way and went to the coffee maker.
"Um, sure. What color are you painting it?" She sat back in her chair trying not to smile. She really liked him, but she didn’t know how he felt. He must like me if he held my hand and sat there for like ever and not looking away from my eyes. She thought to herself. We have been friends since I was in the 8th grade. There hast to be something between us. So many people ask me if we are together, we might as well be.
"Well Miss Storm, how about we paint it a light green blue with your name in script along one wall. Seeing how that’s going to be your room when you move in with me this summer." He winked at her. She looked surprised. She didn’t know about moving in with him. This had to be a joke. "The letters can be pink. And we will get you a big bed and a dresser to match."
"You’re joking right? Who said I was moving in with you this summer?" She crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t know what he was planning but it was starting to scare her.
"I did. When you turn 18, I want you to move in. And seeings how that is this summer, that's when you’re moving in.So I would start packing if I were you." He winked at her. At that moment, he knew that she had some kind of feelings for him so he wanted to use it as best that he could by having her move in. Kyle knew that she liked him and that he liked her and he was the one to give Dallas the idea to have her move in. Since he had two other bedrooms, why not?
"Oh really, and what makes you think I want to move in? Huh?" She laughed. Oh my god, he wants me to move in with him. This is amazing. What am I going to tell Sami, she wanted to get a house and go to college? She is going to be heartbroken, plus she really doesn’t like Dallas. "And what will my mom think?You know what she thinks about me staying the night here, let alone living here."
"Oh your mom loves me. I’ll talk to her. It's your dad I'm worried about. I don’t want him like tracking me down and like killing me or something. I know he doesn't like me, and probably never will." He handed Storm a cup of coffee and the sugar bowl. She always liked a lot of sugar in her coffee. She almost lived off coffee and sugar. Her new favorite drink was Monster. Her mom didn’t like her drinking it but she didn’t care. It was her life, she was 17, and she was going to live it up.
The door opened. Kyle came in with tree gallons of paint and some brushes. They went straight us to the second biggest bedroom right next to Dallas's. Dallas had already lain out sheets on the dark almost black carpet. "Storm Bringer" was stenciled out across the far wall. Along with the titles of some of her favorite poems and stories, she had written. They started right away painting the green.
The house smelled of chicken as the young couple set the table for two. The meal, fried chicken and French fries. The reason for the night was it was the night the young man was going to ask the 18 year-old girl to be with him for the rest of their lives. They had been friends for years and ever since they met, he had a crush on her. The table was set with the boys finest plates, that had pictures he had painted on them, small wine glasses he had borrowed from his neighbor filled with Monster, and his mother’s silver. He had lit a candle sitting in the middle of the table and turned down the lights.
"Dallas you have out done yourself once again." Storm sat down at the table across from him. She looked at her favorite meal in front of her. The man of her dreams lightly touched her hand, they both smiled.
"Well it’s not every day the most beautiful girl in the world gets her first, and hopefully not last, book published. And it’s not every day that the wonderful girl gets asked out by the best guy in the world." He smiled. He had been dying to do that for years and now that he had finally done it, he couldn’t stop smiling. His heart raced as he awaited the answer.
"Dallas stop giving me surprises all clumped together. My book got published?!?" She looked surprised. She hadn’t known and didn’t think it would happen. She knew not to get her hopes up. "And yes I’ll go out with you, now back to my story, I mean book!"
"Yes, it got published. Jordan Timken the company’s reporter is going to come here tomorrow to talk to you and, hopefully, get your picture for the back page. On Monday we are going down to the office to fill out the copy right stuff and write your dedication." He smiled. He couldn't believe she said yes to him. It was the best day of his life. His best friend became his girlfriend, and his girlfriend published a book.
"Oh my God, who am I going to delicate my book to? What am I going to wear? Do you have the cover drawn out? What if people don’t buy it? What if…" She was cut off.
"Breathe, Hun. I'm sure you will figure it all out. And I'm sure a lot of people will buy it, it’s a great story. Yes, I have the cover drawn out. I already sent it to them. As for your dedication, I'm sure you will find someone you want to delicate your hard work to." He smiled again. He still couldn't believe she said yes.
As the night went on, the two worked on Storm's new room. She now had a big white four-poster bed and a white dresser to match. She already had most her clothes, and books there, and had her new computer stet up on her roll-away desk. Her father was upset about her moving in with a guy. He didn’t even live near her but he still tried to control her. She met him only five times in the last three years. He traveled a lot and didn’t have much time for his daughters.
Dallas tried to convince her dad that she would be fine and that a lot of kids move out at 18. He did. She had a job, she just published a book, and she is a straight A student. No one understood what was going on in Storm's fathers head. Storm was the child everyone wanted. She even took care of her dog Bentley. Her dog was inspiration for some of her short stories. In one, her dog got killed when someone broke into her house and another where he saved the world by ripping off a timer box from a bomb.
"Are you going to stay tonight, babe?" Dallas asked wrapping his arms around her waist as they stood looking at Storms now almost complete room. All they needed was the rest of her books and clothes and she would be moved in.
"Do you want me to? Cause I could just stay at Mom’s, it's no problem." She turned around in his arms and looked him in the eyes. They had the same light in them as they did when he first looked at her those almost four years ago at school. She had just moved there and she had gotten lost and ended up by the art building when she needed to be on the other side of campus for Creative Writing. He had helped her find her way back and managed to slip his cell phone number in her books that he helped her carry. She was having trouble with her locker so she was just carrying everything with her to each class. He couldn't help but laugh at her as she struggled to find each class. The campus was confusing but people got it within a few hours, but not Storm. It took her close to three weeks to get it down even with the help of maps and people telling her where to go.
"I want you to. It feels like forever since you last stayed. I mean come on I miss my baby." Dallas kissed Storm's nose softly. She giggled and grabbed her phone off the table next to her bedroom door. Storm text her mother saying she was staying the night and would see her tomorrow after school. It had been three months since Dallas asked her to live with him when she turned 18. She had just published a book a month after that. Storm was now more popular at school with a bestselling book out. The money she made from her book half went to college and half went to her house with Dallas.
"Done, I'm staying. I think I'm going to fully move in this weekend. I have it off so we could spend some time together." She kissed his cheek and broke his grasp around her waist. Storm went over and lay down on her bed. She hadn't stayed there for a week so it was weird to lie down in it again. Dallas soon joined her. He looked into her green eyes only inches away from his. He smiled. "What?"
"Nothing, just happy I guess. I mean with us. And you moving in, and us being together after so long. Just happy." He smiled again looking down at their hands linked together. They sat in the silence of Storm's room for over an hour before their rumbling stomachs got their attention. They raced down to the kitchen where Dallas made them hamburgers and French fries on the grey and chrome stove. Storm got two Monsters out of the black fridge. While they ate their food and drank their Monster, they talked about how they met and how they used to hang out running around town until three or four in the morning hiding from cars that would drive by. Once they finished they went back up to Storms room and sat just as they did before. Not saying anything, just looking into each other eyes and holding hands.
~Chapter 4~
"Well, I guess he has taken care of you. You have a nice house." Storm's dad said as he walked through the house with his daughter and her boyfriend right behind him. He stopped hard right behind her bedroom door. "And this room is?"
"That’s my room. We do have separate rooms, Dad." She said with sharpness in her voice. Her dad had invited himself over demanding to see the house that her daughters "kidnaper" had made into her home. "Dad, I’m really happy with my home and I wish you would be a little more supportive of me. My God, Dad, Mom didn’t do this. She loves and trusts Dallas, why can’t you?"
"Because you’re my baby girl and I don’t want anything to happen to you, I mean I know I wasn’t really there for a while but I'm here now and I want you to be taken care of." He opened the door to Storm's green, pink, and white bedroom. He grunted then walked on. He didn't look too happy as he walked to the next white door covered in stickers and posters with a sign that said "Dallas's Room Enter If You Dare." And without hesitation he opened the door and took a quick look at the dark, clean, poster covered room.
"Dad, it’s okay, you don’t have to like Dallas or where we live, I love him and that’s all that matters now. And if you don’t trust us to make good decisions then you can just leave. We don’t need your crap. We are happy with our lives." Storm stood up straight. Her dad hadn’t been around for the main twelve years of her life so why should he be here now. She held back the tears. This was the first time she had stood up to her dad and she was glad she did. Her dad looked down at the dark grey carpet that Dallas stressed to keep clean.
"I didn’t know you felt like this Hun, I thought you liked the wings I held you under these last few years. I didn’t know you were trying to break free. I realize I wasn’t there, but I am now, why can’t you just stay little forever, I mean you’re only 18." Storm and Dallas both saw the tear fall onto the floor. Storm felt bad for saying what she did but it had to be said. Storms heart started beating faster and faster the more she saw her father sitting there heartbroken. The longer they stood there the less she could breathe. Before anyone knew what was going on, Storm was down on the floor hyperventilating. She blacked out.
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"Storm, please wake up baby, please. Baby, please." Dallas was knelt beside Storms hospital bed. Tears were running down his face. He couldn't believe the love of his life was lying in a hospital bed. The doctor had come in a few minutes earlier to tell him that she had a very bad panic attack and would have to stay in the hospital for a few days after she woke up, if she woke up. The panic attack strained her heart so bad that she almost had a heart attack.
"Dallas, go home and take a shower, we will call you if she wakes up." Eva, Storms mother said as she sat down on a chair on the other side of the bed. "The doctor said she won’t wake up for a few more hours yet. She's going to be fine. Trust me." She took her daughters hand and kissed it lightly.
"I don’t care. I don’t want to leave her side. What if she gets worse and I’m not here. What happens then? I'll feel like shit and I don’t want her to wake up without me here." He started to cry again. He never once let go of the girl with the green eyes hand. Even though he couldn’t see them, he knew they were crying out to him. Even in her sleeping state, he knew she didn’t want him to leave her side. Her hair was matted down around her face and her makeup was almost all wiped off. Her Hollister T-shirt and Lucky jeans had been replaced by a pale pink hospital gown. Grey sheets lay limply over her body as her two closest people sat at her sides.
"Dallas, listen to me, you need some rest. I promise you will be the first called if she wakes up. The doctor said she would be just fine. Now please, go take a shower and a nap. I promise she will be fine." She looked into his blue eyes. Eva lightly touched his. She loved Dallas to death and didn’t want him there when Storms father got there. She knew he would blame Dallas for what happened.
"Maybe just a quick shower. You have my cell and home number?" He asked slowly standing up. He really didn’t want to leave his loves side but he knew Eva knew best. He started to walk slowly towards the open steal door not waiting for an answer. He knew she had it. His drive home was long. He sat under the hot water of the shower for almost an hour before he was almost too tired to stand. He thought that maybe a quick nap before he went back to the hospital would be good. Storm had gone there and one in the afternoon and it was not almost 10:30 at night.
When he woke up it was almost 3:00 A.M. He practically few out of Storms bed where he had fallen asleep. He ran to his bedroom and threw on some clothes and checked his phones. No calls. As he was running to his car, his cell began to vibrate.
"Hello… Hi Miss Bringer… She is… Okay, I'll be right there." He closed his phone and started his car. He raced as fast as he dared across town to the hospital. His blue car pulled up next to Storm's dad's truck and flew open the door missing the truck by inches.
"What the hell are you doing here?" James asked putting out his cigarette on the hospital sidewalk. "You’re the reason my daughters in there right now. She could have died and it’s all because of you."
"I didn’t do shit, you’re the one that invited yourself over to my house just to rag on me because your daughter would rather live with me then you. Eva told me you have wanted Storm to move in with you ever since you came back into her life. You’re the one pressing a relationship with a girl you abandoned for twelve whole years. You didn’t watch her grow up; you didn’t watch her become a talented writer. I did. I've known her ever since the 8th grade. You just met her a few years ago." Dallas was almost crying as he yelled at his girlfriends’ father.
"Are you saying this is my fault? I didn’t do shit. I wanted to see where my daughter moved. You’re the jackass that pressured her into moving. She could have stayed with her mom until she graduated then gotten a house with her best friend while she went to college. But no you had to mess that up." James started to shake. A few hospital staff came out into the cold to separate the two. Dallas was escorted inside where Eva was waiting for him. James took off into the night squealing his tires as he left the stop light outside the parking lot.
By the time Storm got out of the hospital her dad was half way to Texas. He was planning to get as far away from his "ungrateful daughter", as he called her, and her "dead beat boyfriend. He didn’t want to be a father to begin with but when Storm was born he didn't know what to do. He just took off one day when she four and sometimes would send a random card for her birthday. They were never on the right date. She grew up with her foster sister, Kimmi, who was a year younger than she was. They adopted her when Kimmi was eight and Storm was nine. Kimmi's mother was killed by her father when she was only three, and shortly after Storm's father split they brought her in.
James thought about the past years where he only paid attention to Storm when he was trying to control her life. He would drift out of the picture for a few months then try to make Storm his best friend. He never cared much for Kimmi, sure, he thought she looked right with his ex wife and daughter, but never really liked her. He thought how he could have been around more to see his little girl grow up, but quickly discarded the idea.
"Her mother would have told me if she wanted me around," He spoke quickly to himself. "Plus, I didn’t want to adopt that Kimmi girl anyway. That was all the Evil Eva's idea." He kept driving until he saw a small motel with a vacancy sign out. It was nearing eleven P.M. and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Once he had checked into his room and lay down on his queen bed he pulled out his cell phone and text “hi” ex wife, telling her where he was and that he wasn’t coming back. He turned off his phone and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep under the pale green covers.
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"Are you sure he said he wasn't coming home?" Storm asked her mom for the fifth time since they got home on that Sunday afternoon. She was dismissed from school because no one wanted to have her back in the hospital again.
"Yes baby, he said he was going to Texas and never coming back." She rested her hand on her daughters arm trying to calm her down.
"Does this mean Kimmi gets to come home? I know she hates it at her grandmothers." Storm looked up at her mom from her bed at her mother's house. She looked like a little girl who was both sick and sad. Her green eyes watching her mother’s blue ones looking for answers. She missed her little sister and knew she couldn’t handle her grandmothers much more. Storm's father didn’t like Kimmi so whenever he came, Kimmi would go visit her grandmother until James left.
"Yes, Kimmi gets to come home. I know Nana Jean isn't the greatest woman in the world, but we need to thank her for taking Kimmi when ever your father comes around." She picked up her cell phone and quickly went through her contacts until she found her daughters Nana. "You call her, she likes you more."
"Oh be a woman mom. You can do it yourself." She pushed her mother’s cell phone back towards her mom. She laughed as her mother pushed send. She explained to Nana Jean that it was okay that Kimmi came home and that they would be there in about an hour to get her. Storm could hear Kimmis' grandma yelling at her mom that she didn’t need to keep shipping her there every time the "unwanted" was in town. Kimmi was a strong young girl and could handle herself. Once they had hung up, Storm slowly started getting up to go get her sister. It was a long drive so she grabbed her Zune and Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. She had just ordered it about a week before her trip to the hospital and was happy to finally be able to start reading it.
The trip went by fast. She had gotten through the first three chapters before they had gotten home. Kimmi was happy to finally get home. While she was unpacking her bag, she found a letter stuck in between two pairs of jeans. It had her grandmothers writing on the envelope.
Kimmi,
I know you never really knew your parents, but I’m glad you got to know me. I never told you something. You have an older brother. His name is Mason. He is around three years older than you are. He was adopted shortly after you were born. I don’t know the reason your parents gave him up, he is a very great guy and I hope you will get to meet him soon. Enclosed is a picture of him along with his address and his cell phone number. I told him about you about a week before you came and stayed with me. I hope ya’ll get along. Love you so much.
Gran
“STORM, MOM,” she yelled at the top of her lungs from her room. She set down the letter on the desk and looked at the picture of her brother. His chin length black hair was set in an emo cut just barely showing his bright grassy green eyes. He had a handsome face and they looked so much alike. They both look like their mom with darker skin and black hair. Kimmi had her father’s eyes but this Mason must get his from their mother.
“What is it, baby?” Eva said running in to her youngest daughters’ room.
“I have a brother.” She didn’t look up from his picture. She said it in a mono toned voice not knowing what to think.
“A what?” Storm asked slowly walking into the room. Her body still not strong enough to walk to fast.
“A brother.” She said again handing her mom the picture. “My Gran slipped this letter into my bag telling me I had a brother. His name is Mason and he’s three years older than me.” She set the letter her sister’s hands.
“Well there’s a number here. Maybe you should call him. Only if you want to, Kimmi. Maybe he wants to talk.” They all sat in silence. Kimmi didn’t know what to do. She could hardly move let alone call someone she never knew existed for the last seventeen years. Kimmi sat down on her bed just staring at the floor.
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Slowly getting to my feet, wishing it was a dream.- Josette Shakespeare
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