Lost

Chapter 2

Belle's POV

"Grandma! It's 12 o' clock!" I squeal loudly in pure excitement and giddiness as I run from the parlor where I had once been playing happily with Bearenstein (we were drinking pretend tea-tea is totally not childish, it's very grown-up), no longer sad about my birthday,  and race to the kitchen as fast as my little legs can carry me in a poufy pink dress, where I accidently bump into my grandmother, who gasps in surprise.

"Oh dear. Slow down. You might hurt yourself...or me." She says between breaths as she places a hand over her heart and takes a moment to relax. But unfortunately, at the moment, I want to do anything but relax and stay calm. I am just too excited. My parents will be here any second! 

"Grandma! When are they coming? It's already noon! Why aren't they here yet? Grandma!" I persistently tug on her apron for an irritable amount of time  until I get her full attention, though I think my constant whining would have been enough.

"Settle down now. I'm sure they're almost here." my gradmother pries my little claw-like fingers off of her apron and sits down on her rocking chair, while she rubs her head, giving me the impression that I was upsetting her.

"Are you mad at me?" I innocently ask my grandma as I climb onto her lap, hoping that her answer is 'no' because if anything I hate making people upset. If only people were happy like me all the time...

"Of course not. I'm just not used to this much excitement. I am a very old woman after all." my grandmother laughs and sits me down on her lap.

(Awkward Silence)

"Let me see if I can call them." my rgandmother puts me down and walks as fast as she can (which isn't that fast) to the wall phone.

I've never seen a phone like that...It must be very old. 

My grandmother picks up the phone and presses some buttons with numbers on them and then holds the phone to her ear. She stays like that for a minute, expecting to hear my parent's voice on the phone, but yet...nothing. My grandmother puts the phone back on the wall and I stand there, a bit confused.

Where are they?

"Grandma? Where are they?" I ask her meekly, starting to worry a bit. It's very unlike them to be late, especially on my birthday, even grandma knew that. But instead of worrying, I try to tell myself what my grandma said, that 'everything would be alright,' yet I can't help but worry.

I really shouldn't be worried. If grandma isn't worried, why should I? 

"I dunno, darling, but I'm sure they are coming as fast as they can..." my grandmother quickly flashes a smile my way, but as soon as she looks away, it turns back into a slight frown and whether I like it or not...so am I.

"Are you sure?" I ask my grandmother as I slowly walk to her, no longer excited and giddy.

"Y-yes." she stutters and then she holds me in her arms to comfort my worried mind. Her answer was enough for me, but perhaps if I was a bit older I would have noticed that she was...lying.

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