Life Points Onwards[Re-Writing]

Chapter 12

"Are you sure? Emily's mom could take me." As I bit into some banana bread, I tried to convince my mom to let me attend Emily's birthday party. My mother shook her head and I sighed. Of course she wouldn't budge. Before I could protest again, her phone rang. She picked it up with a frown and headed to her study. Groaning, I set my head down on the counter.... Until I heard the name my mother mentioned. Slowly, I followed behind her to her study, and I opened her door just enough to listen to the conversation.

"What do you mean Mark called off the deal? We needed that!" My mother suddenly shouted into the phone. I flinched, and I hoped that I hadn't bumped against the wall. If I did, my mother didn't hear it. Whoever the other person was, they infuriated my mother with what they said and my mother flung documents off her desk.

"Why is she like this?" I softly whispered to myself. She was so scary. Almost like... William. Her behavior was sharp, and she sounded like a monster. While noting everything about her, I accidentally leaned on the door too much and it opened wide. My mother and I made eye contact, and we stood there for at least three minutes. It was broken when Janice came into the room.

"Mother, here are the- Oh, Megan." Janice said with a low voice and had a realization face. She looked at my mom as if to ask what I was doing here.

"Oh, I was just about to leave." I straightened my shirt and walked out of the room. I could hear Janice and my mother whispering, but I didn't want to listen. Something was too fishy, and although I was curious, I was afraid to know what it was.

Once at my desk, I got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I didn't get an immediate response, so I talked again. "Who is this?" The man who answered had a gruff voice. I didn't recognize it.

"Send the object." And he hung up. What object? Was this call even meant for me? Sighing, I put my phone down and took out my English homework.

"In 1932, a man found an object. This object was small, and although it was valuable, scientists are still trying to find the object and we know that it is powerful. The man who found the object was found dead a couple days after he found the object, and nobody claimed to know him. After a decade, a woman spoke up in the town and was brought before the court to answer questions. She said that the man's name was Ado, and he was just 34 when he died. When the court asked her if she knew where the object was, she denied it and was killed for the fear of information being leaked. To this day, nobody knows where the object is." I finished reading the paragraph out loud. Creepy, I thought. Whoever knew something like this even existed.

"Megan. We need to talk." My mother appeared at the doorway of my room. When she saw me looking over at her, she swiftly turned around and I could hear her footsteps leading downstairs.

Quietly standing up from my desk, I followed her over. She sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit down with a serious face. Unsure of what was happening, I did as I was told. Or is it motioned?

"We have to-" My sister's voice cut off when she saw me sitting next to my mother. She nervously bit her lip and without another word, she stomped out of the room. I stood up to follow her, but my mother shook her head and held me down.

"Mom. What's going on?" I slowly whispered.

"It'll be too much for you to handle, Meg." She said without making eye contact. "Just be careful of who you talk to on the street."

"I always be careful-" But I cut my sentence off when I saw her leave the room.

I only wanted to know one thing. What was going on?

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Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The rain sang as I closed my curtains. Brr. Now that it was December, the air was much colder than the fall. I jumped onto my bed, laying under the covers. But for me, December was just a step closer to my birthday. Which was a step closer to seeing William again.