Leo Blue POV
I still could not possibly knock that vision out of my head. That glowing silhouette that was swimming above me at the pool.
My best guess would be a paranormal activity, and there's no way that I was the only one to notice it. Heck, I was under water with my eyes open!
The family was just waking up this morning. I'm sure my parents had planned something secret that neither of them will bother to talk to eachother about, then we'll end up with too many plans in one day. I don't care however, I'll do anything.
I was sitting at the table, mindlessly playing with a loose thread on the turquoise table cloth. "Hmm, you got the worst chair?" Grandpa says as he comes into the room.
"What? No!" Lesley answers in shock, "Hey, parents! I got to tell you something! Um, Grandpa says that I got the worst chair, so of course you will have to switch them!" She yells across the hall.
Grandpa sits next to Lesley, who reacts to his bad breath by inching away slightly. He gave her a side eye in response, and she notices it. "Grandpa, how was your sleep?" She politely asks, as she probably feels bad for inching away.
"Oh, just lovely." Grandpa says as he smiles creepily.
Dad sighs happily as he waltzes into the kitchen with plates full of hashbrowns and muffins. "You made those?" Grandpa asks, turning his whole body to look at Dad.
"No. Sararose and Valentina are still trying to be a better cook than one another." Dad says with a slight giggle. "Oh, is that so?" Grandpa says swiftly.
Marcela walks into the kitchen with a wide smile, and sits down directly across from Grandpa, two chairs down from me. "So! My Mom wants some people to go shopping with her."
"Yeah, I want to leave the house around 10:00 if that's good with everyone." Aunt Valentina says pleasantly as she walks in. She was still wearing her apron and oven mits.
"I'll go with you!" Grandpa excitedly says as he springs up from the chair. "I could buy myself fruits bowls, sausage, and bicker with the managers! Besides, I want to push the cart to get some good exercise! I've been planing on doing something to get skinny."
Uncle Easten now walks into the kitchen, wearing a black cardigan, he's also wearing his glasses, which makes him look an awful lot like my Dad, despite them having different eye colors. Easten is my Dad's brother after all. Dad says in his typical loud voice, "Who can say no to food shopping? The store is full of wonderful people and new and exciting meals that are sure to provide you with good ideas, right Rosie?" (Rosie is his little nickname for Mom, since her name is Sararose)
"Not if you have a shopping list." Mom sighs as she sits down.
"Well, I must say," begins Grandpa, "I've never written a shopping list in my life! I go shop when I'm in the mood." He then leans in the table, and whispers just for (probably) Marcela to hear, "I shop when I'm hungry." Marcela adds in a preppy voice, "The last time I went shopping, I got a sack of potatoes and canned corn for a homeless man that I found. I also gave him three Care Bears and my extra twenty bucks and five nickels."
Impressive.
"Well," Marcela sighs, "He didn't appreciate me very much, he said why don't you give me a hundred dollars? I didn't have that much! So then he asked me to sing for him. I did."
"Hold on," I say, interrupting Marcela, who seemed like she was to begin talking again, "You have him canned corn? You had to given him a can opener."
"I almost did!" Marcela yells with a mouthful, "But I worried that if I did it, he'd try to murder me with it.
I pictured the homeless man in my head. I pictured an old, dusty, homeless man sitting outside a building as he breaks a can of corn open with a rock. Holy crap, that could result in many dangerous incidents, but I'd like to try it.
By the way, everyone in the family is at the table at this point.
Lesley folds her hands politely and says to Aunt Valentina, "I could help with the food shopping too, because I know that you have to make a few runs."
Aunt Valentina stops eating her fancy breakfast, and begins laughing.
Lesley looks nervous and frustrated at once.
"Oh, did you hear, Easten?" Aunt Valentina laughs, "Our little Lesley seems to be a bit of a responsible adult!"
Lesley drops her fork on her plate, and her mouth forms a thin line of disapproval. She's been doubted for a long time, being the youngest Blue. She's ten years old. Marcela is also ten, but slightly older as she turns eleven this fall. Lesley doesn't turn eleven untill late March. She's more introverted and jaded than the average Blue, so she can also be easily forgotten while everyone adores Marcela.
Although it must've been annoying, I just had to laugh.
"Good. Perfect." Mom says shortly, "Valentina, Easten, you can take your kid, and my daughter to the grocery store. Sean and I will have to run to the laundromat."
"I love laundromats! That means I can go to!" Grandpa spat with enthusiasm.
"Sure." Mom says reluctantly.
"Hold on!" I interrupt, "Grandpa, you wanted to go food shopping I thought."
"I changed my mind." He responded sourly and suddenly smiling afterwards.
"Okay, parents, can I go grocery shopping? I want to go." I say, realizing mid sentence that I have no reason to go at all. Mom gives me her side eye as she says, "Neh. You can stay home."
"What?!"
"You have to sweep the kitchen floor, and bring some boxes to the post office." She swiftly tells me as she hands me the broom.
The oldest, grossest, insanely sticky broom. "Start with this. Clean for ten minutes."
Everyone decides to leave the house freaking early, but that was okay, I guess. I just don't like being lonely.
At the supermarket, you could talk to anyone. Everyone has something to say about the odd prices, or how delicious something looks.
Now I feel lonely, that I stood the broom up against the wall. I look at the ugly thing and sigh to myself. I took a pink towel from the cupboard and placed it on top of the broom to make it look like hair. "Hmm, do you like bacon?" I ask it, curiously. The animate object respondedwith ice cold silence of disapproval. "No, you seem like a.... Mozerella kind of girl. Speaking of which, do you want to help me make some?"
The broom didn't budge, but it gladly fell over to the left. It knocked down a few shoeboxes, but that's easy to clean.
As I do that, I tell the broom, "Have you ever seen the Disney movie Fantasia?" I ask.
Knock knock knock came aggressively at the door.
My God, how can my family be home so fast? Mom must've left her purse behind or something. That's what I thought, but really... I saw someone else.
Someone who certainly was not in my family.
Author's note: Yes, I am aware that this chapter is pretty short. Anyways stay tuned!!
