Victorian House

The Supper

Its been almost three weeks since Lewis disappearance, I went back to school, but I seem to never stay the whole day, I either go for the morning and leave at lunch or I only show up at lunch and stay for the afternoon, I don't care if I'm failing or not, which I'm not, my teachers are nicer to me than they are to other students and pass me on tests the I obviously should of failed, and when I'm home its like I'm always alone because mom is keeping her mind on work and dad is keeping his mind on Farrah by spoiling her more than she already is. The only time my parents talk to me is when I miss to many classes and they get a call from the principle. The house is very quite since Lewis isn't there, other than Farrah's big mouth of course, Farrah took the semester off from school and so did Travis, but I can tell he wants to go back home. But Farrah keeps refusing to go home "I'm not going back till my baby brother is back home safe and sound!" she keeps saying which I'm pretty sure its a line from a movie she watched.

"You all look great! Except for you Sherrie, what is up with the belt?" Farrah had my parents and I standing in a straight line to see if we passed her expectations to go for dinner with Travis's aunt, uncle, and cousin. you could tell she was very nervous for us to meet his family, or she was nervous for Travis family to meet us, anyway Farrah made mom dye her gray roots and made dad shave his signature scruffy beard, and she even wanted me to get my eyebrows waxed! I refused too. I looked down at what I was wearing, "You don't like it? it's use to be yours!" I was wearing the big black belt with a cute black dress, it went a bit over my knees, was laced in the back and a small black bow on the front, I Gauss Farrah was a kinda right, the belt was a little much for it but I wouldn't admit it to her, I even attempt to curl my hair and put some make-up on. I sorta liked the idea of getting dress up and hopefully have a night that will distract us from thinking about Lewis for a little while, "it looks better on me because I'm smaller than you." Farrah smugged "Farrah, be nice your sister, shes doing this for you, I don't think this is her idea of a Friday night." Mom spoke and Farrah frowned which gave me a smile. You could tell dad was dreading this dinner because meeting the family made it a serious relationship, which I don't think he liked. But we need to be supporting Farrah when really Farrah should be supporting mom and dad."Okay, okay everybody lets go!" Farrah announced and I think all three of us rolled our eyes at the same time because Travis noticed, "you know, you guys dont need to come." Travis spoke. "What! yes they do!" Farrah barked, Travis ignoring her he kept talking "my family will understand if you guys don't come, besides I don't think your all in a dinner partying mood" I was relived someone finally said something and Farrah didn't seem pleased "Travis, yes they need to come!" "Farrah come on! their son is missing respect your parents and sister." mom finally broke the argument "Thank you Travis, I didn't want to be rude but I have lots of work to do." Farrah jaw dropped "Mom!" she screeched than dad mumbled "I think I'll stay to, I don't want to miss something important on the police radio, if anyone says anything about Lewis." "Dad!" Farrah wined and than she turned to me and asked "what, your going to ditch me to?" I was thinking of a snarly comment of why im not going but when I opened my mouth my brain said "I have a life, to you know" but what I heard as it came out was "Okay, fine I'll go!" What did I just say and why? I know I don't want to go but why did I say they? Farrah cheered she grabbed Travis's hand and my hand and skipped out the door dragging the both of us. If I had eyes in the back of my head I'm sure mom and dads faces were priceless that I was actually going.

Next thing I new I was at the dinner table sitting next to Farrah and fake laughing at her jokes, I was sitting across from Travis's aunt who don't seem much older than mom, next to her was Travis' s uncle and her husband who look's way older than her, I recognize the uncal, he owns a chain of convenient stores across town, but next to him was a very good looking boy around my age, I kept finding myself looking on that side of the table to admire him, He has short black hair, light grey eyes, he has tanned skin, and his earlobes were screeched but small, I never found it attractive until now, he was wearing a light blue t-shirt with a white tie-dyed line across his chest and blue jeans, I wish he would stand of so I can see if he wears them beggy, "So" I heard Travis aunt say i'm my direction, I quickly turned my head to look at her "Sherrie, what school do you go to?" She asked, I cleared my thought to answer "I go to McNeill High" "Really!" She answered surprised "Keaton goes to that school, don't you dear? Do you kids know each other?" Keaton that's the name of my future husband, I turned to look at him "No, I don't think so, what grade are you in?" I asked my Palm's were sweaty just talking to him, he answered "I'm in grade 11, and I see you around sometimes." "Oh, I should go to school more often than" I blushed. I was disappointed a Jr. would never go out with me, a freshman. Farrah noticed me blushing.

When we got home that night, Farrah and I got into a major fight, Travis tried to calm Farrah down but it wouldn't work, Farrah didn't appreciate me going to the dinner and I Gauss I didn't impress Travis's family as much as she liked, I expected mom and dad to come and stop us from arguing but they didn't come, after a few more minutes of us fighting I heard something coming from the backyard, while Farrah was in the middle of a rant I walked away which made her even more mad, I went into the kitchen and peeked out the window and I couldn't believe my eyes, and I let out a little yelp but it must of been louder than I thought because Farrah and Travis came running into the kitchen after me wondering what was wrong, I lift up the blinds of the window and all of our jaws dropped

What is going on?