Miley Laurens

Chapter 4

I dream that somebody is downstairs. Wait a minute, those are the Hamiltons voices! I wake up, get dressed and brush my hair. When I walk downstairs I see the Hamilton, Eliza I think was her name. Alex was his name. And the handsome young man, Philip. His sister was there too. Angie! I run and hug her, careful of my neck. Angie was named after her aunt, not Peggy but Angelica. She is in London. Peggy passed away last year. "Miley! Your up, sleepy head! We haven't seen each other in soooooo long! I missed you. What happened to your neck?" She says. "I missed you too. I slammed into a tree on my swing." "Ouch, that must have hurt. Angelica is coming to the next town tomorrow. John told my dad that we could stay here for a night since we live so far away." She responds. I asked her if she wanted to go to my room. Of course I knew the answer, it's the same every time. We headed up stairs. I had been to her house before. Her bedroom was huge. Her grandfather was rich, so I guess maybe they inherited the house from him. I know my father is not very rich. But I love him anyways. I always will. We painted nails with my new polish bottle. My dad would always get me what I wanted if it wasn't too expensive. The polish was a purple-ish-red color. It was my favorite. Then I went to the closet and got padding and a sheet and a few blankets. The best blankets. The ones we kept in a plastic bag. The ones we were saving for the most important people. I laid them down on the carpet next to the window sill. She helped me make the bed. It was 12:30pm when Alex and John came in to tell us that we need to go to bed. When they leave the room, I remember a question. When I go out to the hall to ask, I see...