Forbidden

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Ahh! I finally finished! This was an extremely hard chapter to write let me tell ya. I had to rewrite so many scenes. I had to cut a lot of parts out because they were either irrelevant or just didn't make ANY sense. I mean seriously; When I was rereading my draft, I swear I was on something during some of my scenes. My god, they were hell. But I'm hoping the finished version of this chapter is good enough for you all. And I'm always blabbing... okay okay, here's chapter two of Forbidden...

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I kicked off my sneakers, pushed them underneath the bed, and headed into the bathroom. I starred at the reflection in the mirror. My black waves framed my olive face, making my deep blue eyes stand out extremely. The shadows under my eyes, showed from my lack of sleep.

My face looked washed out-- I looked dead. Besides the fact that I looked dead, I still looked exactly like my mother. The only difference was our eyes.

My eyes were such an abnormal bright blue-I've been told they could literally light up a room --While my mothers were a warm cocoa color. I didn't know why my eyes were like this. According to genetics, my eyes shouldn't even be blue at all; they should be like hazel, or something. If I didn't look just like my mother, I would have had it stuck in my head, that I was adopted.

I gripped the sink, and closed my eyes, picturing her smile. Thinking of the last time I heard her laugh-that sound would slowly remove itself from my memory. I thought about all the stupid arguments we got into; they all seemed so pointless. I pictured that time she cried at my eighth grade graduation. I've now realized that she won't be here for when I graduate high school, or college. She won't be at my side for my wedding, and she'll never be able to be a grandma to my children. That's what she always wanted in her life.

I bit my lower lip and began to breathe slowly. I tried to stop the tears from falling, but one escaped my shut eye and ran down my cheek.

"Dinners ready!" I heard Izzy yell, as she ran past my room in the hall. I wiped my eyes and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. I then splashed my face with water, before heading downstairs.

As I reached the first floor, the scent of garlic bread filled the air. I walked to the doorframe of the kitchen, and saw that my dad was piling noodles on a glass plate. He shot me a side glance, along with a smile, and motioned for me to come. "Spaghetti, I remembered it was your favorite," He said. I shot him a small grin before crossing my arms over my chest. "Cool thanks," I said. He handed me the plate and I entered the dining room. I heard the TV on in the Living room beside me, and caught a glance of Izzy sitting with her legs folded on the couch. I sat my plate on the dining table, walked towards her, and blocked her view of the TV.

"What are you doing? I can't see," She said while trying to look around me. "What do you think you're doing? We eat in the dining room, at a table," I said, and grabbed the remote out of her hand, shutting off the TV that was playing some cartoon program. "Hey, give that back!" She shouted reaching for my hand. "Dining room, now," I said pointing towards the table. "Dad said I could eat out here. Now give me that," She said and successfully grabbed the remote out my hand--I grabbed it back. "Were we ever aloud to eat in the living room at home?" I tilted my head. "No, but-" I put my hands up. "Just because were in a new house, doesn't mean the rules change. Now go sit down," I said, my voice raising a few notches.

"Whoa, whoa, what's going on?" My dad said coming into the room. "Emma says I'm not allowed to eat out here, even though I told her you said I could." Izzy said. "Yeah of course you can eat out here Izzy. Emma, I have no problem with it, I told her she could," he said. I swung around and glared at him. "We always ate dinner at the table, and I plan on keeping it that way." I said as calmly as I could manage. I grabbed Izzy's plate, along with her arm, and pulled her to the table. I sat her plate down at one of the mats and pulled the chair out, motioning for her to sit. She groaned and finally sat.