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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Megan

"It's time to wake up, Megan," my mom called from downstairs, loudly.

I opened my eyes and blinked hard against the sunlight that was coming in through my window. I looked outside and saw that it looked nice out there, so I hoped it would be a good day. I mean, the sun was out, the birds were singing, and I had gotten a good night's rest for once.

When does that ever actually happen?

I sighed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw that I actually looked rested for once. I stared at my eyes for a bit while brushing my teeth.

They were a green color with flecks of hazel today. My eyes ranged from green to black, but shades of blue and gray weren't included. They changed color, but they were usually dark.

I rinsed my mouth and washed my face. I dried it with a towel and went to my closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and a normal shirt, but for some reason, I put the shirt back and got a black tank top. It had about four buttons going down the front and showed off my shoulders.

Once I was dressed, I put on mascara and brushed my hair, leaving it down. The black contrasted against my tanned skin and dark hair. My hair looked brown instead of black.

"Megan, you're going to be late if you don't get up," my mom called again.

Smiling, I grabbed my stuff and left downstairs.

"Is my breakfast on the table?" I asked her.

"Yes. And Megan, have you seen-"

"Everything's still in the car, Mom," I cut in, knowing she was going to ask about her badge.

My mom was a nurse who had a tendency to rush and forget things because she never thought things calmly. Honestly, you'd think she drank ten cups of caffeine in the morning at times. Scratch that- she probably did drink ten cups of caffeine.

"Megan Stewart, you are amazing," Mom answered slightly out of breath.

"Thanks, Mom. Let me finish my breakfast and then we can go," I answered grabbing my breakfast.

"Uh, sweetie?" my mom said nervously.

"Yeah?"

"I have to leave right now. I have an earlier shift than usual."

"That's fine. I'll call Anne," I said with a smile. 

I finished my breakfast and stood up, leaning against the counter with my glass of juice.

"Someone else is going to pick you up," said my mom.

"Who?" I asked her, confused.

"Your dad," she replied quietly.

"No!" I shouted immediately. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with him!"

"Megan, listen, please. He wants to talk to you. You're his daughter, whether or not you want it."

"I'd rather not be his daughter," I hissed.

"Your brother talks to him when he has to. Why can't you?" my mom questioned.

"Mom, you and I both know he hates Dad, even more than me. He only talks to him because you tell him to. We both don't want anything to do with him," I snapped.

"Meg-"

"One night, Mom," I interjected. "I slept well for one night. I think I deserve more peace than that."