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I almost dozed back off to dreamland with Banks when I heard movement and voices outside my door. My phone light appeared to show me that it charged enough to come back on. The time said 9:17 in the morning. Still too early to be awake in my opinion, apparently not for my brother. "Denny," I shouted because I was still too tired to get out of bed and drained from my morning dreams.
He opened the door to my room, "What is it, Little Miss?"
"It's such a beautiful morning," I cooed.
"Who are you talking to?" I tried to sound casual but I couldn't hide the knowing smile from my face. "You sound really happy," I accused.
I could see a smile trying to creep onto his face. "It's a friend, why are you worrying about it?"
"It has to be more than that. I can hear you giggling from in here," I laughed.
He moved to close the door. "Daya, instead of bothering me go make some breakfast or something."
"Love you," I said through the crack before it sealed.
A part of me couldn't believe that out of all the things I could've dreamed of that was what arrived in my mind. I didn't know if I should mention it to Banks or not. How would he react?
I pulled myself out of my covers, and I sat on my daybed. From one bed right to another. The glass was frosty as I laid a hand on it. I looked at the tree beside the small sliver of a roof I had. I should have known it was a dream. I put on the same sweats from yesterday before I headed to the bathroom.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw that the bruises that were once on my neck had become almost nonexistent. As I went downstairs, my mom was sitting on the living room couch. I walked behind her and squeezed her shoulders.
"Good morning, Mom," I kissed her cheek.
"You seem perky today, Daya." She found joy in that statement.
I swayed my arms, "I woke up in a good mood."
She rotated around, "Well, I hope it stays for a while."
I smiled at my words, "I'm making breakfast. I'm thinking of muffins, assorted fruits, milk, or maybe a smoothie. What do you think?"
"It sounds good as long as you're making it. I was out gardening this morning and I am worn out." I thought it was weird that she was gardening in the snow, but whatever took her mind off her situation was fine with me.
I pointed at her with a giggle. "It'll be ready soon. I bet the garden looks beautiful; you could be on HGTV."
"You flatter me," she said as I walked into the kitchen. I made a variety of muffins: blueberry, chocolate chip, plain, and banana. It was a bit of an overhaul, but they were so easy to make. I chopped up strawberries and banana slices before I made everyone's plate.
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Teen Fiction"Today, however can change things for better or worse. The outcome depends on you." When a marriage fails the residue trickles down to everyone in the family. Sixteen-year-old Daya Nicole Johnston must fight to understand what is happening in her li...