Haunted by the Past

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I cried more than I'd like to admit at the wake and funeral. There was nothing interesting about it, lots of tears and remembering the good times we all had with her.

The days that followed were extremely boring and nothing really happened. Wake up, make food, go to school, go home, homework, watch TV, go to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary. I got looks of pity from random people but I didn't really mind.

Brandon and I got invited to a party at Savannah's house and Lora is making me go, so in turn, I'm making Zoey go. Everyone is going to be there supposedly which I guess means that I have to go to. Yippie.

Note the sarcasm.

I would very much rather stay home and sleep Friday night, but no, I have to go to this party. So right now Zoey is over and she's helping me with my math while I'm helping her with English and science, we make a good team and what she doesn't know I usually do and vice versa.

After about an hour we're done and she's is digging through my cupboards looking for something that she will eat because we are both starving and she is such a picky eater.

"Don't you at least have pizza?" Zoey whines.

"If you want pizza the cupboards are not the place to look. Try the freezer wise-one" I say.

"Why thank you Sargent Sarcastic," she says with an eye-roll and opens the freezer. She pulls out a cheese pizza and I laugh, she is so picky. I tell her that and she gives me the finger.

"You never told me that you got a bird!" I say and we both laugh. I take the frozen pizza from her, set it down on the counter, turn the oven on, and proceed to put extra cheese on it.

While waiting for it to get done so we can feed ourselves somewhat of a real meal Zoey grabs out a box of half empty Oreos, kept at my house just for her and I try to make sure I always have some. "So," she says stuffing an Oreo into her mouth whole. "Where's Brandon?"

"He doesn't live here. He's at his house babysitting his little siblings." I laugh a little bit because I know that she's going to start to complain about her siblings if we stay on this topic for much longer.

"How fun," She says. "I'm just glad I got out of having to watch Zaria so I could come over here. She's such a pain in the ass. And her chickens aren't any better. Guess what they did? They pooped all over the deck and now we can't even walk on it. And then she goes and lets them in the house and-" I zoned out because she had already told me this and I knew she just needed to get rid of some of the anger. About five minutes later when the oven beeped signaling it was done she was still going strong, so I got it out and cut it while she continued her little rant.

We ate while watching reruns of Wipeout. She left at around 8:30 and I went to bed and read until I started to get tired. Then I put some music on its lowest setting and fell asleep. Tomorrow was the party and for whatever reason, I couldn't help but dread the thought of it. Every time my mind would wander to it I would quickly change the direction of my thoughts as a chill ran up my spine, and I had no idea why.