Sabrina McLain:
The doorbell rang
while we were decorating
our Christmas tree.
Marc was over to help us.
Marc comes over almost
every single night.
He helps Mom cook dinner.
He helps Baylee clean her room
and memorize her vocab words.
He helps me with my
English remediation
and
Geometry homework.
I'm liking Marc
more and more.
Every time he comes over,
I feel like he is
mending and completing
our broken family.
"Can you get the door, Brina?"
Mom asked,
a mug of hot tea in one hand,
a blue glass ornament
in the other.
Marc and Baylee sat on the
living room floor
with mugs of hot chocolate,
untangling a knot of Christmas lights.
I got up from my cozy spot
on the couch.
I set down Wuthering Heights
and walked sock-footed to the front door.
I pulled it open,
a blast of bitterly cold air blowing in.
Goosebumps raced up my arms
and the wind
lifted my thick hair
off the back of my neck.
There, on the front porch,
bundled up in a grey jacket
and a knitted red scarf,
stood Kyle.
His cheeks were like apples,
his nose cherry-red from the cold.
His blonde waves ruffled stiffly
in the sharp wind.
His big brown eyes,
eyes that saw my soul,
gazed pleadingly at me.
I felt sore in my stomach
at the mere sight of
him.
"What are you doing here?"
I demanded.
A frown creased his face.
"Brina..." he started
in his grape-jolly-rancher voice.
YOU ARE READING
Dissipate: Book Two
Short StoryThe sequel to "Unnatural" this book is about Sabrina's life after another death. Sabrina is still writing to Jennah, her dead older sister, and Sabrina has a lot to write about. Her mother's so-called "friend from work" is suddenly her new boyfriend...
