Lydia and I walked home. My new boots were starting to give me blisters.
Lydia was quiet, she kept looking over her shoulder. "What's wrong?" I finally ask.
"Mom and Dad left for Washington." She mumbled. "Last minute assignment."
I nod, "I head them talking about the assignment."
Lydia looks at me, "What did they say?"
I chuckle, "Zombies." I adjust my backpack, and walk inside the house.
Lydia doesn't say anything, in fact she doesn't talk to me till dinner. I dump corn kernels in to a pot, to make popcorn for dinner. Soon tiny pops echo around the house, making the house smell like a movie theater. The parental unit never took us to the movies, I've snuck out a few times to go by myself or with friends. I pour the popcorn into a glass bowl and go up to my room. The phone rings downstairs, I hear Lydia pick it up and talk.
"Hello?...oh hi. I think she's working out...no. Why? Sorry, not now. It's fine. Thanks. Bye." I roll over and put my head phones in. Music is a way for me to escape, this. Military life, constant worry, over whelming stress. Just being cut of from the world, except school.
I'm more of a prisoner than a daughter.
I close my eyes, and munch on the kernels. I'm very happy Lydia doesn't come disturb me till early morning.
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Us against the world
Adventure"When the whole world decided to crap out, I didn't think it would be like this." Lydia Miles and her twin sister Roselyn, "Ross", are natural survivors, raised by a two marine parents, and living in the middle of Wisconsin woods have their perks. B...
