Bradleys Mansion

The Invitation

"I don't know if I'll be able to make it." I said to Bailey over the phone.

"Oh, please." Bailey begged for the seventh time this phone call. I hesitated to give her a straight answer because she's known for some of the biggest pranks at Elcome High."I promise nothing bad will happen. You can even call up Steven, you trust him right?" I may have been mistaken when I said that she was known for the biggest pranks. She's had the second biggest pranks. Stevie on the other hand, he has made it in the Sacramento Bee for the prank he pulled on Mr. Tracey sophomore year, and charges were made. But sadly they were never pulled through because of Stevens family funds to the school. All known suspicion of the public was dropped within the year."Common," her wines pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I'm not sure. I'll think about it."

"Oh, great! I knew you'd come around!" She said chirpily."I'll see you next weekend then!" Hanging up not giving me the chance to correct her.

I said I'll think about it. That doesn't give a certain yes or no. I thought shaking my head. I put the phone back on it's charger and continued looking over my computer for apartments for lease. Ever since my dad past away I haven't been able to afford his place so I was traveling through family's spare rooms and couches.

"Sorry babe,"my aunt said walking into the kitchen talking on the phone, probably with her new boyfriend,"but i don't have room for the kids this weekend." She looks up to see me sitting at the small round table that barely fits in the room."Oh, I gotta go. Yep. Mhm. I'll call you back in a minute. Okay. Yeah. Love you too. Bye." hanging up she turned her attention to me, leaving an awkward silence to the room.

"I should be gone by Friday," I said breaking her tense stare into my skull. Realising that I was talking to her she tried to hide her relief at my statement.

"Oh, Timberlake. You don't have to go so.."

"It's Tim," I cut her off," and It's fine I can just go to Grammys. She appreciates me there anyways." I mumbled the last part to myself. Forcing herself to hold her joyful self down she grabbed her cell phone and dialed.

"Hey babe, turns out I have that space. The kids can come over anytime after Friday." Her conversation continued out of earshot as she traveled out of the kitchen.

Great. Now I need to call Grammy again, she'll be so pleased. Don't get me wrong I love her and she seems to the only family member from my, mysterious, mother's side that doesn't seem to hate my guts. So I grabbed the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello," an unfamiliar voice answered. She sounded about 20 years older than me.

"Who is this?" i asked gripping the phone tighter.

"Who are you trying to contact." She sounded tired and too weak for her age.

"Um, Grammy Sammy." She always told me to call her that. It didn't feel right to call her by name, like I was disrespecting her.

"I'm sorry? Do you mean Samantha Lilith?" The voice cracked causing my heart to fall into my stomach and my throat grow dry.

"Yes," I spoke softly into the phone as a tear fought its way down my face.

"I'm sorry to inform you but she past away." The voice faded at the end of the sentence and I heard a whimper in the background,"a month ago. If you would like her memorial is being held tomorrow at three, you're welcome to come." I froze as the line went dead. The damn phone died. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was only 10. I know it was late notice but I had go today, to see my Grammy for the last time.