Broken

Chapter 2 ~ Church ~

Chapter 2 up and ready before Monday! (: Hope you guys like..

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Most teenagers Saturdays are devoted to sleeping in, watching T.V. and seeing how many peices of gum they can chew in their mouth before it becomes too much to handle. Unfortunately, the events of my Saturday are a bit different. 

It starts with an early 'bed time' of 9:00 so I can be up and awake for my Ballet practice at 6:30 a.m. Then, after nearly 2 hours of twists, turns and stretches, I leave Ballet to head to the gym and do my normal hour work out. Every function of my body has to be on it's A game in order to succeed in Ballet which means lots of weights and running. 

After my 3 hours of devoting myself to Ballet, I go home, take a shower and re-bandage the numerous number of blisters on my feet. Then, I lay around and pull an hour of 'normal teen' then it's back to giving away my Saturday. I tutor at 11:00 and usually don't get done until around 12:30. By then, it's time for work and when I got off work, it's around 5:30-6:00. Which means that I get home, cook dinner for me, Gran and Jakob. 

I guess now it's time for me to give you a little background info on my so far mysterious brother. The 22 year old Jakob Michaels lives in his Grandmothers basement while attending UCLA 20 minutes from our house. He has a job at a Home Depot and devotes his free time to stalking twitter and calling his friends to see who wants to "get wasted Saturday night!"

And that, my dear friends, would be the complete narrative of my brother, Jakob.

In case you were wondering about our relationship as brother and sister, well, I might answer with 'not so good.' After my parents death in a car accident late one Tuesday afternoon, Jakob has been distant and just not the same. He says that whenever he looks at me or talks to Gran he is reminded of mom and dad and it makes him upset. He was extremely close to our parents. Not that I wasn't, but his connection with them was different. He was the first born for almost 5 years before I came along and in that time, let's just said they had fun together. 

Anyway, after I cook dinner for what's left of my family, I lock myself in my room to study for the next test or quiz I have and finish up whatever homework still haunts me. Early in the morning on Sunday, I drive Gran and I to church and afterwards we do our grocery shopping and just enjoy our day off. 

So, in other words, I'm a complete loner that devotes all her time to Ballet, school and her Grandmother. That makes me sound extremely pathetic.

My phone rang from the other end of my room and I hurriedly rushed to grab it before the lucky winner -A.K.A. the person calling me- is lost; never to be called again. 

"Hello?" I answered, out of breath and nervous because I hadn't looked at the caller I.D.

"Charlotte?" I heard a deep voice whisper over the other end. It was late Sauturday afternoon. I had gone through my entire Saturday routine and had just gotten out of the shower when this mysterious person had decided to call. Perfect timing, I guess. 

"Who is this?" 

"Sam.. Sam Chambers." 

"I know your last name, dumbass." I laughed at his stupidity and nervous habit of pulling a reverse "James Bond." 

"Oh, right." He asked, and I could practically see him face palming himself for being so idiotic. 

"So, umm, why did you call again?" 

"Yeah, ummm ... Well, I- I was wondering if you might wanna.. I don't know.... Nevermind."

"Sam!" I practically yelled into my phone, "You cannot do that to me! I have a serious problem with that."