before,
he didn’t show it at dinner. Rather than be snotty, he was nice to
me. Kind of like the dad I use to have before we came here. No one
mentioned the fact that Aunt Rachel or her kids existed. I wanted
to talk to Grandpa about it privately, but after dinner he went to
bed. That was strange. At dinner we realized we have a love of
staying up to watch old Dr. Who episodes. I thought we were going
to watch one tonight.
Left with my parents at the dinner table, I
became a little frightened though I don’t know why. Ever since
dad’s mysterious freak out today, I’ve felt on edge with them.
“So, your daughter asked me an interesting
question today.” My father’s voice came out light and full of
humor. He reached over to my mother. His fingers started entwining
with hers as he said this.
“Really? Well, what interesting thing did she
ask?”
I wanted to shout that I was in the room but
they knew I was in here. It was weird watching them talk about me
as if I wasn’t in the room. They started talking lovingly to each
other too. It was starting to gross me out!
“She wanted to know about Rachel.”
“Rachel? What made her ask about Rachel?” The
conversation was still maintained between the two of them.
“A local girl brought it up today at the
store. Regina says she wants to know her family.”
Their eyes were locked. I felt as if I
disrupted them during their private time. But I was starting to get
mad at the whole situation: the dreams about the town, being away
from home, missing my friends, Jeff ignoring me, my parents’ weird
behavior and to top it all off, she lied to me about everything
that had to do with her life.
“Oh and don’t forget lying to me about it. I
mean, lying to Regina about it.” I snapped in my best New Yorker
tone. Two could play this weird game.
They turned their heads slowly in my
direction as if I dared interrupt them while they were having their
moment. Their eyes were darker than normal and their smiles were
eerie, like they knew a spectacular secret that I was unaware of.
Chills ran up my spine as they looked at me. I wanted to shrink
back in my seat from the strangeness of the situation.
“No one lied to you, sweetie.”
“But I asked you both before about siblings.
Both of you said you were only children. Why didn’t you tell me
about Rachel?” I softened my tone and matched my eyes with moms.
“Mom, I’ll always love you. No matter what you do or have done,
I’ll always love you and support you.”
Her fake, clownish smile was starting to get
to me. They were still holding hands, palms rubbing together. I
chose to ignore their hands and kept my eyes focused on them.
“That was so lovely, honey, but I think you
misunderstood. I told you I had a sister a long time ago. We never
really got along before, even as kids. No big deal.”
Did aliens come to earth and take my real
parents? She was lying and every person in this room knew it. Those
pictures showed me two happy little girls who loved each other, it
was very evident! I wanted to be angry with them about lying to me
to cover up their lies but I didn’t want to aggravate the
situation. We would be leaving soon and this place would be a
distant memory. There was absolutely no way I would ever come back
here! Besides, I was pretty creped out by them and wanted to escape
the situation as quickly as I could. At least mom knew I loved her
and she could tell me anything if she wanted to.
I nodded my head ok and excused myself from
the table.
Chapter Nine
The knocking was loud and beginning to bother
Camille Clemmens in apartment home 2A. She was resting in her
favorite pastel pink easy chair, her feet up watching her favorite
cooking show. The show amused her. After all, why shouldn’t the
Chef yell at idiotic people for sending out raw or bad tasting
food? Plus, she just loved it when he kicked people out of the
kitchen.
It was a little after eight pm and Camille
was ready to spend the rest of the
he didn’t show it at dinner. Rather than be snotty, he was nice to
me. Kind of like the dad I use to have before we came here. No one
mentioned the fact that Aunt Rachel or her kids existed. I wanted
to talk to Grandpa about it privately, but after dinner he went to
bed. That was strange. At dinner we realized we have a love of
staying up to watch old Dr. Who episodes. I thought we were going
to watch one tonight.
Left with my parents at the dinner table, I
became a little frightened though I don’t know why. Ever since
dad’s mysterious freak out today, I’ve felt on edge with them.
“So, your daughter asked me an interesting
question today.” My father’s voice came out light and full of
humor. He reached over to my mother. His fingers started entwining
with hers as he said this.
“Really? Well, what interesting thing did she
ask?”
I wanted to shout that I was in the room but
they knew I was in here. It was weird watching them talk about me
as if I wasn’t in the room. They started talking lovingly to each
other too. It was starting to gross me out!
“She wanted to know about Rachel.”
“Rachel? What made her ask about Rachel?” The
conversation was still maintained between the two of them.
“A local girl brought it up today at the
store. Regina says she wants to know her family.”
Their eyes were locked. I felt as if I
disrupted them during their private time. But I was starting to get
mad at the whole situation: the dreams about the town, being away
from home, missing my friends, Jeff ignoring me, my parents’ weird
behavior and to top it all off, she lied to me about everything
that had to do with her life.
“Oh and don’t forget lying to me about it. I
mean, lying to Regina about it.” I snapped in my best New Yorker
tone. Two could play this weird game.
They turned their heads slowly in my
direction as if I dared interrupt them while they were having their
moment. Their eyes were darker than normal and their smiles were
eerie, like they knew a spectacular secret that I was unaware of.
Chills ran up my spine as they looked at me. I wanted to shrink
back in my seat from the strangeness of the situation.
“No one lied to you, sweetie.”
“But I asked you both before about siblings.
Both of you said you were only children. Why didn’t you tell me
about Rachel?” I softened my tone and matched my eyes with moms.
“Mom, I’ll always love you. No matter what you do or have done,
I’ll always love you and support you.”
Her fake, clownish smile was starting to get
to me. They were still holding hands, palms rubbing together. I
chose to ignore their hands and kept my eyes focused on them.
“That was so lovely, honey, but I think you
misunderstood. I told you I had a sister a long time ago. We never
really got along before, even as kids. No big deal.”
Did aliens come to earth and take my real
parents? She was lying and every person in this room knew it. Those
pictures showed me two happy little girls who loved each other, it
was very evident! I wanted to be angry with them about lying to me
to cover up their lies but I didn’t want to aggravate the
situation. We would be leaving soon and this place would be a
distant memory. There was absolutely no way I would ever come back
here! Besides, I was pretty creped out by them and wanted to escape
the situation as quickly as I could. At least mom knew I loved her
and she could tell me anything if she wanted to.
I nodded my head ok and excused myself from
the table.
Chapter Nine
The knocking was loud and beginning to bother
Camille Clemmens in apartment home 2A. She was resting in her
favorite pastel pink easy chair, her feet up watching her favorite
cooking show. The show amused her. After all, why shouldn’t the
Chef yell at idiotic people for sending out raw or bad tasting
food? Plus, she just loved it when he kicked people out of the
kitchen.
It was a little after eight pm and Camille
was ready to spend the rest of the
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