With the sudden loss of her Grandma, Rome Brown agrees to move in with estranged father.
New school.
New friends.
New enemies.
A lot of changes........
Rome finds herself thrust into a whole new world with badass heroines, several enemies, and more...
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When I entered the kitchen, Grandma was in her zone, her movements fluid as she worked her way around the room. Like every morning since I could remember, old school jams blasted from her antique radio. The ancient stereo sat in its usual position next to the stove as Grandma swayed her hips to the music.
Still yet to notice me, her focus remained on the pot as she stirred her famous spaghetti recipe. Her head turned to me, voice screeching with shock. I stared back at her startled expression, unblinking to the frightened old woman across from me.
Stiff lips flipped into a smile as she greeted me. Seeing my Grandma living and breathing propelled my feet closer to her. I needed to touch her, just to see if this wasn't all in my head.
A few steps divided us, and before I could walk the short distance to reach out and hug her, darkness began folding on us from every corner of the room. I always thought my worst fear was to die by drowning. Surrounded by vast emptiness, you couldn't breathe as the bundles of water entered your body. Being surrounded by darkness, nothing but never-ending blackness, was worse.
I was realizing that now, there was no hope, only the hollowness of twilight. The image of grandma started to fade from my tremors, but I never shed a tear.
I struggled to remember the contours and lines of her face, but darkness sucked my Grandma's deteriorating body further from my memory. Screaming into the darkness with all my might, but there was only silence in the void.
The nightmare thrusted my trembling torso up on the upholstery headboard at my backside. It felt so real, Grandma cooking, the darkness. My worst fear came true, but it was a dream. Seeing Grandma in the kitchen cooking, didn't feel like a dream. She was right there in living and breathing flesh. Vivid images of her paraded across my mind.
This was the worst way to start the morning. Waves of sadness carried me into the depressive state I've grown accustomed to. There wasn't an ounce of energy in my body when I rose from bed, grumbling my way into the bathroom.
The last thing I wanted to do was get ready for school, but it was already ten minutes to seven. That meant it wouldn't be long before Savannah got here. Sunday night she had texted me, offering to give me a ride to school. I wasn't complaining but I knew she was still trying to make up for Friday.
I send her a quick message before hopping in the shower. Wet silky curls bounced around my face as I stepped out the shower.
My eyes fell to the clock hanging on the wall next to me, "Shit."
Quickly tracing the towel around my damp body, I hurried to the sink to brush my teeth. Minutes later, I discarded the towel and got dressed. If Savannah wasn't here, she would be soon, and her tolerance for patience was low. It wouldn't help that we would have minutes to spare before the first bell rung. Our plans to stop by the diner near school would have to wait.
