Crossing Realities- Peter Parker

Chapter Twenty Four

A MEMORY IN ANNABELLE'S PERSPECTIVE

"Cora! C'mon we're gonna be late!" I shouted through her bedroom door.

"It's my own protest how can I be late? You don't even wanna go why are you in such a rush?" she walked out of the room with her red vest with women's rights pins all over it. 

"I gotta be back home at 8 tonight and was actually hoping not to have to tell them where I've been all day. You know how they worry about this sort of thing."

"You can get back to your grandma's by seven. They won't even know that you were gone. Hell they never even do."

"Yeah but still, their old people. They worry. Remember last time?"

"The time where she forgot you had left or the time she locked you in your room for being out past nine?"

"She has dementia you gotta cut her some slack. And yes I was talking about the time she locked me in my room."

"I liked that time, we gotta facetime all night. I don't appreciate it when she makes you do extra school work. I don't care how she used to be a principal, it's not right to give you homework over the summer. Lets just get to the school before everyone has left. I wanna see their faces when they are getting let out from school and see us there."

"Cora. We are home-schooled. I think I forgot the point of this? What's the point in protesting uniform codes to a school that we don't even go to?"

"Bitch that's the whole point!"

"I GET THAT, but what's gonna happen when they throw their security guards at us. It would be one thing if we actually went to that school and could just be expelled it's a whole other thing to have a criminal record."

"You're acting weird. I know you usually don't go to these things with me, so if you wanna just hang out and chill for the night I totally understand. There's only... twenty five people waiting for me? I don't know I lost track."

"I just have the craziest uneasy feeling about this whole thing. I'm all for the cause, honestly I am. You know what, it's not important lets just go."

Cora's protesting for those in need website had gone completely insane. People around the state put in requests for issues they want to have protested and she always shows up. My grandparents know about it, but never allow me to go. I couldn't even sneak out if I wanted to due to how there are no windows in my room. The only time I am really let out of the house is going to the corner-store for gum, flowers, and random groceries. 

My grandmother home schools me despite her diagnosed dementia. Which is slightly humorous because sometimes she forgets she has it, and I have to remember what lesson I always leave off at. Cora tries to convince me that when I'm older me and her will run off to the peace corps together or run a non profitable charity based off the website which has more requests and volunteers each day.

I had joined a few of the protests when it was a small website around when I was 12 and she was 14. Some racial injustices outside schools, a few gender inequalities here and there. Cora's friend Freddie developed the website for her due to his major crush, and shows up to every single one. 

After we ran from security at the school with many applause from the students boarding the buses, I ran back home to my one story house where my grandfather was waiting for me with a bowl of soup and crackers. 

I looked over to the table to see the lilacs wilting. The flowers I bought never lasted long. I've convinced myself it's not me that's killing them but flowers just die this quickly. I'm not exactly known for my green thumb. "Hey pop I'm gonna run to the store and get some flowers."