Miss. Frankenstein

Chapter Two

So its been an hour after my dad tested me on the book and I am completely bored. I would say I've been this bored before but, I can't say I have. And the reason for that is I've never exactly been in this situation. And when I'm bored, I tend to become annoying. Which in other words I like to bother my dad until I get what I want. Which isn't exactly the best because that makes me seem like I'm a brat. So I decided not to do that this time. I was going to make it through this!

Ugh. I cant do this.

Yes, I can.

Nope, this is total torture.

Ugh, I'll pull through.

This went on in my mind for about another hour and a half, and by then, I was annoyed with myself. I needed to find something to keep myself distracted. I'll just go long boarding. No, what if my dad wants to go while I'm out? Ugh. The difficulty. I'll just go downstairs and start to make some food. Ya!

So I go downstairs, counting the steps as I go (14 steps by the way), and make my way down to the kitchen. I peek my head into the living room where my dad sits, to see what he's doing. Same as always, reading the news paper while watching Man vs. Monsters. Which means he won't be stopping anytime soon. And that also means that I have to wait for another hour. Or two. Who knows.

Making my way to the kitchen, I let my eyes move over the old pictures of our family. I stop when I see one that always seems to catch my eye. It's of my dad, my mom, and my brother. They were all standing in front of a sign that read 'Monterey Bay Aquarium'. I don't exactly know why it was my favorite. I always have thought of a reason why it is. The best I could ever come up with was that it was of my family. Just the 3 simple people who had helped me become me. Sure, my mom didn't get to see me become who I am, but she helped me live. I've herd so many stories about her that has made me want to become like her. But there's also my dad and my brother. My dad has helped me with a lot. The good, the bad, and the akward. I think you know what I'm talking about when I say 'awkward'. My dad had to take on the mother role after my mom died. Which I'm glad he has. It's been hard on him.

"Would you like to go now?" I jumped at the sound of my dad's voice. I turned and looked at him. He was also looking at the picture I was just staring at. I guess I was looking at the picture longer than I thought.

"Sure, could we get something to eat while on the way to the lab?" I ask.

"Why not? But remember-"

"We can't eat inside the lab, because of contamination of the lab tools and cleanliness." I cut him off. He chuckles and nods.

"Well yes, that is very true. But we aren't going to the customer part of the lab. We are using the training room." He explains. "But this will be the only time I will ever allow food to be by the lab equipment."

"Okay, well don't expect me to have food, because that crap will be down in my stomach in a matter of milliseconds, so." I told him pointing to my stomach. He laughed and walked to the kitchen. I herd the keys being grabbed out the hook. I knew when he grabbed the lab key, because it had a lower pitch than the rest. I am aware that it is weird that I've memorized the sound of the keys.

I run to get my shoes and follow my dad to the car. We got in and drove off.

"Let's go to Dan's." My dad agrees and heads in the direction of the cheap burger joint. Dan's is our towns ,hole in the wall, burger joint. It's on of my favorites here in Lakeston. Well its sorta everyone's favorite. Our town is small. population 5,672. We don't get those fast food restaurants like Mcdonalds or Wendy's. The closest one is an hour away. We only have local stores run by old people who have lived here since they were born. It tends to be hard to find actual cute clothes here in Lakeston because of these old folks. They say they 'know the trends now a days' which is a load of bull. If you go into these local clothes stores, you will be immediately shot with the smell of old lady perfume mixed with some old inscent smell, and is filled with clothes from the 70's. But there is only one clothing store here that actually holds some trendy clothing, and surprisingly it's run by a young girl named, Rosalia. The store holds a wide variety of "hipster" clothes. Which is the only stores any teens will ever step into here in this tiny town i call home.

"What do you want?" My dad asks as we roll up to the window.

"A bacon burger and some fries with a coke." He repeats what I say and he orders himself a vegan burger. He wants to try to "fit in". If anything he's going to stand out even more. But hey, it's what he wants.

After we get our food, my father drives to the lab. This has to be my favorite place. Even though I have only stepped into here about 5 times in my 19 years of existence. First time I came here I was about 5. My dad had forgotten to put away a body that he was working on. When he realized he had forgotten, was when I was standing on a stool, looking at the heart of a dead man. My dad had completely over reacted and didn't take me back to the lab until I was 10, thinking I was too scarred to even step foot in the place.

We made our way to the back doors of the lab. My dad unlocked the doors and let us in. When he opened the doors, you could immediately smell the formaldehyde and methanol. For some odd reason, those smells were more calming to me.

"Today is the day that marks a new beginning in the Frankenstein family. You are officially the 3rd female to be apart of this practice. Ever since you were little, you've always been fascinated with these types of things."

"Yea, well I guess it runs in the genes."

"I guess so." My dad turns on all the lights and leads me to the training lab. Which is were I see my first body to be laid. The body is still covered by a thin white sheet. It didn't have any upper chest fat,(boobs), meaning it was probably a male. Unless this is actually a girl, but had to have her boobies removed because of some reason. That would be something.
My dad and I walk over to the body. I wait for him to pull back to sheet to reveal the face.

"You ready to see the face of your new project?" He asks. I nod eagerly. He takes the tip of the sheets and pulls it back so you can see the face and half the chest.

Blue eyes and short curly blonde hair, it's all I notice the first look. The more I stare, the more I notice him. A scar, that's jagged, right below the right eye. A little bump on the ridge of his nose. The light sapphire color of his eyes. The slight curls in his hair. All perfectly in place.