Begin Again

CHAPTER 10

"It's my turn!"

Vanessa screams and she gets up because is her turn to draw. Someone has to draw something and we have to guess. I can't recall how this game is called. Maybe Pictionary or something. I don't have a good memory anyway.

"Is it a stick?"

"No..."

"Is it a tree?"

Vanessa shakes negatively her head and continues to draw.

"Oh, I know! It's a broom!"

"Yes! It's a broom. Come on Anne. Your turn."

She says and I get up, going towards the white board that they have placed in front of the big red couch by the window. I pick a card from the stack and my word is a birthday cake. That is way too easy...

I start to sketch it but they don't seem to get it. Then I add the birthday candles and Jack yells.

"It's a birthday cake!"

"You got it!"

"Now it's my turn! Open the way for the greatest artist this country has ever seen."

We all laugh and I sit down, after giving him the marker. He grabs a card from the stack and he starts drawing.

"Sorry guys I have to take this!"

I say as I get up to answer my phone. It's Tom.

"Hey!"

"Hello! How is my little sister?"

"I am fine big brother! How are you?"

I say to him while laughing.

"I am good. I just got back from soccer practice. Do you have time to Skype?"

"Yeah I do. Give me 10 minutes to get to my room."

"See you in 10'."

I hang up and go back to the couch.

"I am sorry, but family calls."

"Oh... That's too bad."

Jack says while giving me a sad face.

"I'll see you later. Bye."

I say as I leave and I hear a big bye from all of them as I am walking upstairs.

I walk into my room and open my laptop once I take my sit in the desk. I stare out of the window and I notice that it has started to get even darker. It was raining all afternoon. We practically soaked on our way to dinner. We played games all day in between meals and we watched TV while talking.

"Hello again!"

Tom says once we started the call.

"Hey you. How are things over there?"

"Good. You know the usual. Mom and Dad are better. They have started realizing that you left."

"I feel kind of bad for it."

"For what?"

"For leaving them. And you."

"Don't be stupid, Anne. They understand why you did this. I understand. You needed to get away from everything."

"I did... I don't regret it."

"I know. I always thought that I'd be the first to leave. How does it feel?"