I can feel it. That today isn’t a normal day at all. I just didn’t expect it to end the way it did. It’s been the weirdest and not ever can a day like now compare to a regular day. And since when did I start believing in ghost? I don’t want to be those freak geeks at school who’d rather look up UFOs or study some stupid science stuff than have lunch. But I don’t blame them, that food taste like they get it at a cheap store that sells food more than it’s worth. Snap! Talking about science stuff reminds me I haven’t turned in my science report over land biomes. Oh well. I’ll just have to tell Mr. Gay Dude (the science teacher’s nickname I made up for him) to give me and F. Not like my parent cares.
Anyway, back on subject. The day began on a normal routine. Press snooze about a million times ‘til I get yelled at and have to get up. Late for the bus, just have to walk. Shivering in the cold late March weather. Was it snowing in March? Gripping my books at my side, hands so cold that they are stiff.
I walk into Southern Hills High and start running to homeroom, Mrs. Alexandrew, language arts. I got stopped and served lunch detention for running in the hall. I looked at the big clock on the wall as I sort of walked, sort of ran. I had 17 seconds. I glanced behind my shoulder, I was alone, I took off quietly and opened the door to L.A., I wish Los Angeles, but no, language arts. 2 seconds after everyone, already seated, looked up from their literature books, the bell rang. Would I be marked late? No, Mrs. Alexandrew was busy being a klutz at her desk with a bunch of papers in that broken chair of hers.
She started attendance. “Emily Agular?” the respondent was, “Here.” I wasn’t paying any attention when my name was called. “Elishua McGar?” I hate when people say my name, its so lame! Couldn’t my mom name me something different before she ran off with some druggy on a motorcycle? “Here,” I said before he started marking me absent. He went on to the girl I like, “Kara Mulpsy?” “Here,” she replied in a chime voice.
I had no idea—which I find out later today—that she was my cousin. I almost threw up!
She was adopted by a good wealthy pair who couldn’t have another child after their first one. So technically we aren’t cousins, but then again we are? I don’t know. I tried to act normal around her as soon as I knew.
It started in second hour, Social Studies and we are studying about family history. She wanted to learn more about her family and looked up her name—Kara Mulpsy—and didn’t find anything, so I’m guessing later that day, she asked her “parents” why she couldn’t find her name and so the truth was revealed! She looked up her original name—Marie McGar—and saw the family tree. Apparently I’m on there, as I saw it personally. She contacted me about 5:30 pm and as soon as I picked up the phone, I was surprised to hear her high-pitched voice yell, “You’ll never guess what!” her voice made me jump.
Then after our awkward and short conversation, I saw what looked like an older version of Kara. She was sitting on the couch looking torn up yet young and peaceful. She’s sick, alot. Then she got up, opened the door to our guest room (but when I saw the inside of the room, it wasn’t our guest bedroom. It was covered in pink baby stuff.) She walked in and there was a crib and a baby, still small, about 2 weeks old. I was stunned but curious. I walked behind her and she looked at the baby.
“I love you, Marie,” she said in a hoarse voice.
Marie? No way! She took the baby’s hand to her mouth and kissed it. Marie twitched a little. I looked up at the lady. Did she have a tear running down her cheek?
She walked in my and opened the silverware drawer. How did she know what drawer contained the silverware and why did she need in there? I was afraid to speak to her. She grabbed a steak knife. What was she going to do with it, though I kind of had a feeling?
