Chapter 14- Santana’s POV
“Cynthia was her older sister.” My conversation with Lauren repeats in my head over and over again as wesit around the over grown table for dinner, once again, Mrs. Griffin has invited us over, which is a good thing, right?
The seating is almost the same as the night before.
Dad and Mrs. Griffin sitting unusually close to each other, she on his left and me on his right. Mr. Griffin sits at the end of the table oblivious to everything and Lillian Griffin sitting in a row all by herself across from me.
I take a deep breath. “Maybe she was going through something. Maybe she just needs a friend.” I say to Lauren. She narrows her eyes at me.
“And why, may I ask, are you worried?”
“Because something of about seems off.” I say half-heartedly. It was only half true. Though something did seem off about her, Dad was making me do this, in sake of business.
“oh32 there is, I mean, If I were as weird as she is, people would think there were something wrong with me too.”
I had made up my mind about a half hour ago, I would do whatever it takes to make friends with Lillian Griffin, for two reason specifically.
1. She desperately need someone…she shouldn’t be so alone.
2. Dad was making me.
“If you get fired she can back you up as her friend.” Dad had said happily when I told him that I would stop at nothing to befriend the little Margret.
“What are you doing?” Mrs. Griffin glares at her daughter.
Lillian picks up her knife and twists it in her hand and a slow smile creeping on her lips. Margret looks like she’s about to have a heart attack and grabs it from her. “ What are you doing Lillian? I told you to stay in your room!” She complains.
“Oh phish posh, Let her stay Margret. She isn’t bothering anybody and I’m sure Santana would love someone to speak to while we,” Is he flirting? Gross. He half smiles2 and I do a silent prayer for Margret’s sake, she doesn’t know the type of man my father is. “talk about… grown up things.” Ok that’s discussing. The last thing I wanna hear about is sex while I eat my meat free dinner.
Mrs. Griffin falls right for it and drops Lillian’s knife and goes back to paying attention to him.
Lillian is looking at her father, when I draw my foot back and launch it into her shin.
She jumps a little and looks hurt and confused for a minute before she realizes I’m smiling. I do it again and she just sits there, clue-less.
I lean across the table. “Now you do it back, silly. That’s how playing footises works.”
She smiles and giggles and kicks me back. Hard. I yelp, but laugh back because her giggle is contagious.
Her kicks are sharp, sharper than yesterday’s and I’m sure I’m going to get bruises, but she’s laughing and playing along, completely ignoring her dinner, so what more could I ask for?
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Lillian looks a little sad when her father passes the dining room and goes through the door, chatting on his blue-tooth. He’s a lawyer I think; at least that’s what I’ve heard.
I swear she looks like she’s going to cry, I reach out and put my hand over hers to try and comfort her because that’s what friends do. Right?
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Blade (Watty Awards 2013)
Teen FictionI hate to say that this is the story of a cutter. However it is. For 14 year old Lillian, life is just beginning, but its like waking up on the wrong side of the bed. Dealing with the loss of her sister, things start bad then they just escal...