Trapped in Twilight, Help!

Chapter 2

Lily and I talked up until seven, like every day. My dad promptly walks through the door at 7:01pm and I have dinner out of the oven by 7:02pm which is when he sits down at the table. Tonight's dinner was Spaghetti Bolognese, my mom's favorite. I still had a few minutes left so I brought the phone up with me as Lily went on and on about the people in our school.

I 'mhmm'ed and 'oh, yeah'ed at the right times as I got dressed into an old paint-stained t-shirt and leggings that I usually go work out in. I threw my hair up in a messy bun and went to the bathroom, bringing the phone with me. I brushed my teeth carefully as to not brush off a bracket to my braces (I had just gotten them last month and they were sore in a few places if I brushed to hard) and then washed my face before heading back down stairs.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow," Lily ended right when the grandfather clock that sat in my living room struck seven. It was loud enough that even Lily could hear it through the phone.

"Bye, Lils, call if you have any homework questions." I reminded her as I pulled out the sweet tea from the fridge.

"I will-oh!-my mom want's to ask if you're coming over on Monday? You know, for the charity event?"

"Sure, I am-I said I'd be there, didn't I?" I rolled my eyes; I've been saving my money to donate all year!

"Is Sam coming?" Sam, my dad, had taken that day off especially for this event.

"Of course! We do every year, Lily, we won't stop now!" I nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Mmmkay," Lily hummed, hanging up.

Dad only took seven days off a year; my birthday, mom's birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, Easter Sunday, and January 12th; the Youth Charity Ball. He worked every day, seven days a week. He makes good money, gives me decent money so I can go and shop for books and go to the mall of the weekends with Lily for clothes and art supplies and other things to keep me busy when he's at work. I actually spend most of my weekend at the station with him, usually there's nothing major going on then but once in awhile I have to go home because they found someone unconscious on the side of the road or someone was hunting during the wrong season and illegally shot a buck or something like that.

It's just me and my dad. My mom died when I was born; she was sick and she didn't tell my dad.  She lived for forty-five hours after giving birth to me before she passed away. Dad says that I look just like her. Her name was Esme, which makes me think that my entire life is cursed with Twilight references. But then again, I won't admit it, but Esme was always my favorite character in the saga. My dad read them too, he said it was ridiculous how similar they were in looks and personalities. Apparently, I had a brother who died from lung fever just like Esme Cullen's son did in the books. My parents never named him because they knew he wouldn't make it through the night.

My mom was always sad after that, then five years later they had me and her condition (which is called Broken Heart Syndrome) worsened when the doctors thought I had a heart murmur and she couldn't bare losing another child. She died from the stress of possibly having me die because of another illness. That was Dad's theory, anyway; but we could never know for sure while we were still breathing.

Dad and I exchanged stories about today while we ate;

"Yeah, some idiot was drunk driving around nine this morning, trying to high-tail it out of town before we caught him." Dad chuckled, he-despite what I told Lily-did remind me of Charlie. My dad had salt-and pepper hair, wrinkles (some from stress and some from smiling), a thin, clean-shaven face and a built body. "He tried to pull out a gun on me, but it was a NERF gun." Dad chuckled. "What a morning, hun."

I laughed. "He pulled a NERF gun on you? God, Dad, I would have paid to see that!" Then I started on my day, it wasn't nearly as exciting as Dad's. "Same old, same old; I aced my math test, finished my essay on teenage rebellion, we finished the sells unit in Biology today; the test is next tuesday, in History, we're learning about the Civil War; that's pretty exciting. In art we have to draw and paint something we hate and make it beautiful. I think I'm drawing those people from the movie theater from last year; remember the couple who kissed throughout The Prisoner of Azkaban? Also-don't let me forget-I have a health sheet you need to sign."

Dad chuckled, nodded as he gulped his tea. Then he got up, taking his emptied plate with him. "That was wonderful, honey, but I have some paperwork to do, okay?" I nodded, smiling reassuringly. He smiled back and kissed my head before rinsing off his plate and dumping it in the sink for me to finish later. Then he made his way down stairs to his office.

I cleaned up the kitchen, put out the sheet I needed for Monday, went downstairs to kiss Daddy goodnight, and made my way upstairs. Tomorrow, Saturday, was going to be my only me-day for the next two and a half months. I was going sleep in.