Burning Blue: War For Atlantis Book 1

Dinner and a dream

Home sweet home.

I had never fully appreciated the saying or the sign over our front door that carried it.

Until now that is.

Our home was settled off a dirt path right outside of Myrtle beach's suburbs. There were no other houses for at least a mile. It wasn't very large or overly extravagant but it was home and I'd never been more happy to see it.

"How's it feel to be home?" My dad asked me as we pulled up in the drive.

I didn't say anything only smiled as he glanced my expression in the rear view mirror.

Only one full day had passed since the accident before the hospital had cleared me to return home.
Which was great because I refused to eat any more of the substances they called "food."

Yea right, more like poison.

It was well into the afternoon when we arrived, so the first things my parents did was try to decide what we were going to do about dinner. A constant battle in the Belle house. Everyone was too drained from the past two days events to cook anything and so takeout it was. Some place by the name of Shoreline Chinese delivered.

The food was great but dinner was an awkward affair to say the least. Nobody said a word for at least half an hour it seemed. Which was strange seeing as how I was always bombarded with questions at the dinner table.

I was halfway through my Mushoo Pork before my dad finally spoke.

"So, do you think you're going to try school tomorrow? Or do you wanna wait a while before going back?"

The question through me for a loop. Truthfully I hadn't thought much about school. It had been the last thing on my mind. But I had already missed a day and a half. Plus I would have to go back eventually, today was Wednesday so only two more days. That wasn't so bad.

"You don't have to go back yet if you don't want to honey." My mom interjected.

"No. It's no big deal. Besides, I don't wanna get too far behind."

That was true but now the more I thought about it I realized that perhaps I wasn't ready to go back. Did I really want to get asked all of the painful questions that no doubt other kids would have? Surely it was going to be even worse than when Brock left me for another girl overnight.

Then there was Lucy. She had acted so strange when I last saw her. Something didn't seem quite right with her. I really didn't want to face her again. To have her ask me more strange questions about what happened to us. I didn't have the answers. I wish I did. I wish I could remember more about the accident but I just can't.

"I think we should do something fun this weekend." My dad suggested next.
"I'm thinking Friday. Maybe go relax on the beach get some food afterwards near the boardwalk. They've got a new place I heard is great. It's called Andrew's Grille or something."

"You know she hates the beach." My mom replied.

"Since when? She lives at the beach."

"Honestly Jonathan how did you not know she hated the beach? Find something else to do this weekend."

But before my dad could make his next suggestion I held up my hand.