I pull her into the one of the chairs and sit on the couch, bouncing with exitment. "What have you been up to?" I say as my dad sits down in the chair beside her and grabs her hand, the grip is gentle but you can tell that he's not letting go until he has to.
"Well you know I've been working to fight the king and the queen's tyranny," her face gets suddenly sad, "But I'm afraid there's been a snitch and we don't know who it is. So for now there's no point in fighting if everyone's just going to end up dead." She puts on a fake smile, " But that's not a concern for a little girl." I smile because even though she knows I'm in high-school I know she just wants to try and make up for the time she missed.
"Sweetheart," my dad says, "Why don't you go show your mother your room?" I hop up and practically drag my mother into my room; I pay attention to the things I hadn't before, like how I have my soccer trophy sitting right on the corner of my dresser so you can see it from the doorway or how I have the necklaces my dad got for me at the fair hanging all on a little wall coat rack. All these things are from times where I forgot about the sadness of my mom being gone and thought about what I would tell her when she got back. So I start with the first memory I wanted to tell her and just go through my life.
By the time I'm done it's 10 o'clock and my dad comes in saying, "Now Annie, don't you think you should let your mother get to sleep?" I smile and nod before jumping into bed and pulling the sheets over me. My mother kisses me on the forehead before turning the lights off and shutting the door. I can hear them talking and that's how I fall asleep.
When I wake up it takes me a moment to register the voice in the other room. When I do I hop out of bed and rush into the smell of bacon and eggs, the first time in years. I jump hug my mother before I grab a plate and start shoveling food into my mouth. I forgot to eat dinner last night I was so excited. My dad looks at my mother, still amazed that she's even here, and asks me, "Shouldn't you be getting to school?" I freak for a second before remembering what the principal said. Having food in my mouth I just shake my head. "I guess since your mom's here you don't have to go to school." To that I nod my head. The doorbell rings and my mom opens it. "Anne? Jane is here."
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Dreaming Away
General FictionMost people consider princesses to be spoiled rotten. Not this princess, her family throws her into some dream machine without even asking whether she can handle it. Then when she comes back they expect her to do their every biding. After living thi...
