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"Oh, Miss James! Wonderful to see you again. How are you today?" Dr. Cullen circled my chair, checking a clipboard with my information. He began writing down my name and age: seventeen. He stopped at the date.
"It's July 15, 2038."
"Oh. Thank you, Rowan. The days go by so quickly, don't they? Now, let's get your checkup done, hm?" The young nurse, maybe twenty or so years old, skirted into the room, batting her eyelashes. Good luck, I thought, Esme Cullen is way prettier than her. I had met Mrs. Esme Cullen once or twice, and she was the most gorgeous woman Ihad ever seen. Her looks matched Dr. Cullen's with pale skin that was almost luminescent, and golden, mesmerizing eyes.
After a simple checkup, I was excused from Dr. Cullen's office and left with my mother. Or, rather behind Mother, since she walked ten feet in front of me while talking to a business associate on her new Blackberry Prestige cell phone.
My father passed away in 2030 of a heart attack, and I have never had a great relationship with my mother. She only valued appearances, therefore she loved my large, jewel blue eyes. But when she used to brush my brunette hair, comparing it to her golden blond mane, she used to mumble that I would be prettier if I dyed my hair blond. I never did, for I valued my hair because it had been the color of my father's. But my mother was nice enough to buy me my own small house to be more independent. At least, I think it was a gesture of kindness.
Mom lives in Walla Walla, but she knows Doctor Cullen is the best of the best, so she commutes. I was only visiting the doctor here because I'd felt sick after the flight from Aurora, Colorado and I needed a checkup anyway. I'd be going home in a few days, but now I was staying at my Mom's condo in
As I drove back to Mom's house, in her little BMW, I realized how late it was. The 3-D clock in her car read 11:45. Great. My mother had gone to Seattle after the doctor's to stay at her boyfriend's house out in Seattle. She wouldn't even come home with me.
I pulled into my driveway and went up to the front door. Oddly, it was unlocked. I walked in.
Mom's whole downstairs appeared to be post tornado. I ran upstairs to see what was going on, and there was a man in Mom's bedroom who was holding all of the money she owned. The safe it had been kept in was on the floor, along with the key that had been hidden in her fern.
"What are you doing, you creep?!" I screamed.
The man muttered a curse word and took out a gun from his belt.
"No!" I screamed. He raised the gun up. He pulled the trigger.
BAM!
The bullet pierced my stomach and I fell to the floor as the man left with Mom's money through my window. I died.
Or, at least I should have.
