Never In My Wildest Dreams (Slow Uploads)

Chapter 3 Adjusting

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CHAPTER 3-

Blinking a few times and stretching in my bed, I started digging in my pocket to find my cell phone so I could check the time. I didn’t remember plugging my alarm clock in before I passed out. I didn't even change into my pajamas. Finally pulling the phone from my pocket, my eyes squinted at the bright screen. 

“Huh.” I sighed. It was only 2:23 a.m. How was that even possible? God, it felt like I had slept a lot longer than that.

I rolled over to the edge of my bed and swung my legs over, not even bothering to open my eyes. I sure as hell wasn't ready to be up yet, but I had to change my clothes.

Changing from my jeans and top into thin pajama pants and a tank top, I decided to go downstairs to get a quick drink. I filled a cup with water and stood by the back porch doors located between the dining room and kitchen. Looking out into the backyard made me realize how much I missed this place, missed running through these woods. Just the thought made me want to pull on some jogging clothes and go for a quick run, but I decided to wait. I wouldn’t want to leave and have someone get worried if they woke up to find me gone. 

Slowly making my way back to my room, all I could think about is if my mom was okay. She didn't call my cell and I didn’t know if she had called the house phone since I was asleep most of last evening. Mel or Scott probably made sure to talk with her before they went to bed, knowing them.

Walking into my room, I quietly closed my door- not all the way but just where the door was touching the wood frame of the doorway. I walked back over to my bed and lay back down, looking up at the ceiling.

I can’t help thinking about the move, Mom, starting a new school. I hate that there's so many thoughts going through my mind that I can't focus on one. Too much thinking, not enough sleep. 

After laying there for what felt like forever, I rolled over on my side and sleep took me.

The weekend went by too fast for my liking. We didn't really do too much. The entire family hung out together and cooked on the grill. Jess helped me set up my room and unpack. I spoke to my mom on Saturday, but we didn’t talk long.

Jess and Patrick told me about teachers I may have and about some of the people they hang out with. In the schools I had gone to before, I’d never had a problem getting along with people unless they really got under my skin. Other than that, I tended to be a nice person.

Beep Beep Beep

I heard it but if I don't move it would have to shut up eventually. I was not ready to get up at five a.m. on a Monday morning.

“You nervous?” Jess asked groggily.

“Hmm, let’s see. Yes.” I replied, not moving a muscle.

"You'll be fine," Jess said while reaching to turn off my alarm clock. I felt her plop down next to me, so I pushed myself into a sitting position.

"I want to make the best of this," I told her. Whe she didnt say I anything I continued, "I don't really understand any of this right now."

"What," she asked, looking at me confused.

"This, Jess: me being here. I seem to be the only person confused by this whole situation," I stated plainly. When she didn't respond, I looked over to her.

“Don't get me wrong, I love it here and I love you guys, but,” I paused. “I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how being here is going to tell me anything about my birth parents. All weekend I wanted to just ask Mel and Scott, but it just didn't seem like the right time. I don't want to be rude, but I think I deserve answers.” I sighed and put my head in my hands.

“I'm not going to sit here and tell you I understand how you feel, because that'd be a lie.” She reached over and grabbed my hand. “You have to trust me, though, things will make sense soon; I just know it.”

“How do you know that,” I asked.

“I just do, Will.” I looked over to see her smiling from ear to ear. Will was her nickname for me since we were young. It was short for my last name Williamson.

“Thanks Jess,” I said and squeezed her hand lightly.

“Come on, we need to get showered and dressed. I know how much you love breakfast, so I definitely don't want you to miss it and be grumpy.” She nudged me and then stood to leave.

With that I went into my en suite to do my morning routine before breakfast. Once I was out of the shower, I hurried and put some hair cream in my wet hair to keep the frizz away. My curls liked to do what they wanted when they wanted, and with my hair being long, I could use all the help I could get. I pulled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans with a black and white stripped off the shoulder tee and a pair of black Ugg boots. I walked into the bathroom and put on a little mascara and some lip gloss. Grabbing my almost empty backpack and my sailor style pea coat, I headed downstairs for breakfast.

“Good morning,” I said smiling brightly.

“Hey,” Patrick replied.

“Sleep okay,” Mel asked.

“Yeah, I'm just not a morning person,” I said chuckling lightly. Mel just laughed at my confession.

“Here you go.” Mel put a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon in front of Patrick and me. Jess came down shortly after and dug in to her plate.

“Come on, you guys need to get to school,” Mel told us after about fifteen minutes. “I don't like it when ya'll are late, and I definitely don't want Lilli being late on her first day.”

I stood and put my plate in the sink, Patrick and Jess following my actions.

“Patrick.” Mel paused waiting to get Patrick's full attention. He was one of those people, or should I say guys, that if you didn’t have their full attention, he never understood one word of what was being said. “The kitchen is your job when you get home, okay?”

“Yeah, Mom, no problem.” Patrick smiled at Mel.

I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.

“Have a good day and Lilli-” I turned to look at Mel, but she didn't say anything. She only looked at me.

I heard Patrick's truck start.

“…Yes?” I questioned.

“Oh, um, never mind, see you later.”

That was weird.

I just shook it off and smiled back. I opened the door and stepped out, holding it for Jess.

“Lilli, go on out to the truck, I just need to remind Jessica of some things,”

“Uh, okay, bye Mel.”

She waved at me in response. I closed the door, walked to Patrick's truck, and got in.

“God, I love this truck,” I confessed.

Patrick chuckled loudly. “I know me too.”

I always had a love for fast cars, trucks, and motorcycles. I knew way more than your average girl would about that kind of stuff. And let me tell you that Patrick's truck was awesome. It was an all black Ford F350 with an RCD eight inch lift kit and a stacks exhaust. I loved it!

 

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