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the remaining james family sat at their dining table in silence, the occasional collision of the cutlery breaking it. "so how was your day, dear?" karen asked her husband paul. "same as usual," the man muttered before leaving the family in an awkward silence.
"eleanor made new friends, didn't you?" she inquired turning to her tired looking daughter who had her head down and barely touched food in front of her. "they're not my friends, just some kids i ran into."
"she doesn't make friends, not after those ridiculous girls from last time," paul stated as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. "what happened again?" he asked and eleanor felt her throat close up a little.
"they humiliated me at a school dance, in front of everyone and then proceeded to bash me afterwards," the young girl replied intimidated by her father. there was no lie that he had changed after the death of his other child, the constant look of rage and sadness in his blue eyes.
"right, and that's why we moved here so you could make new friends, but nooo... you're doing exactly the opposite," he ranted and the two females gave him sad looks before eleanor finally stood from her seat. "i'm not hungry anymore, i'll just go to bed," she smiled sadly at her mother before going upstairs.
"what'd i say?" paul inquired placing his knife and fork down as his wife stared at him with anger. "you can sleep on the couch again," karen responded before taking the plates to the kitchen. paul never knew when to shut up.
meanwhile, the dark-haired girl sat on her bed staring at the wall. the sound of the washing machine with her dirty shoes in it keeping her from being isolated with her own mind. "honey? do you want any dessert? you can eat it in your room?" her mother pleaded.
"no ma, i'm okay!" she called out in reply before pulling herself off her bed and putting on her pyjamas. "okay, if you change your mind the cake is in the fridge!" her mother said through the door before walking off to the kitchen again.
eleanor knew rose's death was effecting her mother, the older woman just knew how to keep to herself and that trait was given down to her eldest daughter. you see, everyone knew eleanor was struggling and although she just didn't say anything, you could see by her tired and sad eyes and how skinny she had gotten.
two months of guilt and grief did a lot to the girl, but in a way it made her stronger for the events that were to come over the summer. the events that were close enough to feel as if she was in hell.
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sorry i won't be updating as often as school started again and i haven't been feeling well. i'll try my best though! interesting stuff will happen next few chapters, so be prepared ;) -trashytacos
