“Sunday!” I sung as I put a jacket on, “Lovely, Sunday, one last day of freedom!” I always pictured Sunday as the day you die because it feels like your last day of your happy hours, and then you go back to school and live your miserable existence there until the bell rings. But soon as you get home, you have the go through hell doing your homework and by the time you are done with it all, you have to go to bed. Sunday is truly your last day to have fun, it’s the day you relax and have to do nothing at all but what you should really do is get your ass up off the couch and do something.
As I got closer to the door, still singing my Sunday song, Nicholas, the annoying moron – his new title for now on out. He looked at me, frowning, “What are you doing here?”
“I live here.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“He’s here for our monthly barbeque. I invite everyone from the force to come up here and have some old fashioned barbeque,” she grinned.
“All the more reason to leave!” quickly I get to the door but Leona’s voice stops me.
“No, you’re staying. The sheriff, Harold, is having his daughter come with them. I want you to keep her company so she won’t feel left out,” she told me and calmly led Nicholas down the hall and into the kitchen.
I reached for the doorknob.
Leona’s head popped out of the doorway, “Don’t even think about it, Blu, I mean it.”
“But…”
“No.”
“But, Leona!”
“I said ‘no’. Do you understand English? No? Then I’ll say it in Spanish. No,” I made a face and she smiled in content as she went back to Nicholas.
Why does she torture me so?
I took my phone out and frowned as I texted: Can’t go w/ u & Derek, the aunt’s making me stay ‘round. I didn’t want to see her fury so I turned my phone off and pursed my lips. I’ll hear something tomorrow but I can’t deal with Luna’s anger just as it erupts.
As more of Leona’s fellow officers came to the barbeque I found myself being surrounded by men in plaid shirts, gun at hips, and a beer in their hands. I don’t know what’s worse: that I’m surrounded by sweaty men or that they have guns and alcohol close at hand. I hope no one starts to play cowboys and Indians.
“Blu?”
I looked up to see a small petite brunette, “Hey, remember me?”
“Miranda, what are you doing here?”
“I’m the sheriff’s daughter. What’s your story?” she grinned and suddenly I found my situation less and less troubling.
“I’m Leona’s niece.”
“Ah, she seems popular,” she said, looking over my shoulder and I turned to see her surrounded by men.
“Yeah, she’s quite a men magnet,” I muttered.
“So do you.”
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Take Me Away
ParanormalBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
