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Chapter 1: A New Shade of Drama

Chapter 1

A New Shade Of Drama

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 Sunday mornings were supposed to be serene. They were supposed to be enjoyed in any way you wanted. For instance, I enjoyed mine in a peaceful sleep to the land of la-la. I tended to dream of the impossible. I dreamed of.....

 Wailing was in the background. Tears, not the chirping. Birds cried? Birds didn't cry. They whistled and chirped. This here was a girl who gave off shrill, inevitable cries. I covered my ears, trying to shut it out. What was the point? I could still hear it through my hands. Wails plus thin walls equal to a cranky Dianne. It was the worst thing to wake up to on a wonderful morning like this. Shoving my face into my pillow, I gave a frustrating groan. But after seconds of disappointment, I pushed myself into a sitting position and lazily stood for an early start of the day.

 I looked at my alarm clock, 6:30 am. I normally wake at 8:30 am. "Could you just shut up?" I shouted. "You woke me up because of your imminent, raucous wall," I would've yelled, but I had parents dozing off like boars next door.

 Sometimes, my actions and words were rude, but I loved my parents. They were cognate to me. To make my life less difficult, I made people know:

1. Never mess with the Walker family unless you wanted your sorry ass kicked.

2. You mess with any of us, you got what you deserve.

Understand? Good.

 I was fully aware of the thin walls in our house, with Brandon living next door. I could hear a shrill, crying girl who sounded like a dying bird and she was definitely mumbling something. I could hear her, so I was pretty sure she could hear me.

 Wait a minute.

 She was mumbling something and she sounded really familiar. She didn't sound like a dying bird anymore after she was calmed down a bit. I could hear her say the word 'gray'.

 Why was she crying because of the word grey? The sky was perfectly blue! Their house was painted white! What was up with the color gray? Was she crying because her hair turned grey?

 Hold your thoughts Dianne. Someone else was speaking. My conscious started to move on its own. I followed my conscience, instead of jumping to dramatic conclusions. I heard someone else talking. Hmm... He sounded familiar too.

 l felt like being in one of those Mission Impossible movies so I dunked lower to avoid being seen, crawled like a dog. Mission Impossible step one: never be caught. Mission Impossible step two: pose.

  Much better. Now, that I had position myself, I must eavesdrop.

 "Honey, stop crying. It's early in the morning and our neighbors might hear you."

  "Ben, how will I stop crying! I don't want my son..." She cried again.

 "Marie, our son is not........." He paused for a while. Why did he pause? Why did they sound familiar? I tried thinking of their surnames.

 Reefs? Eves?

 It was Reeves, stupid. Brandon Reeves' parents. I slapped my forehead. Eavesdrop mode back on!

"..g-g-ga-y. Again he is not, ga-gay." I felt astonished at myself. She had said gay, not grey. Wait a minute. Gay? Brandon? This is absurd! Was I dreaming?! I pinched myself twice and I was definitely sure that I wasn't dreaming.