The Blackburn Chronicles

First Night

After dinner, the twins socialized with the family they just met, Franklin doing this better than Basil. Annie continually shot glares at the two while snuggling up to her father. A storm had started up, and was going pretty strong when the twins bade the adults good-night and went upstairs.

Franklin and Basil changed into their pajamas and went into the bathroom to brush their teeth. Basil brushed her messy, shoulder-length wavy brown hair in an effort to get the knots out, to no avail. She sighed and left the bathroom. 

She walked over to the bedroom window, the pale moonlight illuminating her fair skin. It helped her think. And so she thought.

She thought about possible reasons as to why her dad left, with no warning. Did she do something wrong? She didn't think so, but maybe she had? She had tried to be polite. Maybe it was the fact that her parents argued a lot, but she'd never heard them discuss divorce proceedings, nor did she have any knowledge of them getting divorced.

"Hey, Basil, are you getting into your bed? It's pretty late," Franklin asked.

"Yeah, just give me a second," she replied. She was rather tired, so she decided she'd think about this in the morning. 

She climbed into bed, and let sleep overtake her.