Chapter One:
I often find myself wondering how one persons life can go on and yet another persons can't. Is it really fair that Annie died before she had a chance to live her life but I'm allowed to live mine?
The annoying beeping of my alarm began to go off and I slammed my fist down on it, cracking the already splintered plastic. Snuggling back down into my bed I decided not to go to school today. Nobody would notice except Nana, but she doesn't come until after school gets out.
I allowed my eyes to close and the darkness to consume me, sending my body back to sleep.
***
"Get up hon. You've been home for what, ten minutes? Did you not sleep last night?" Nana pulled me out of bed and said
"Julie, sometimes" She didn't finish her sentence.
Instead she headed down the hall and opened up my mothers door "Skye, get your butt out of bed. I need to talk to you and Julie."
I heard muttering but didn't make out the words. But it was cut off by Nana's loud voice saying "I don't care if you didn't get any sleep last night. You had all day! Now get up, get up, get up!"
Nana left the room and mom came stumbling out behind her. When they went down the stairs I figured that I was supposed to follow them. By the time I got down Nana was sitting on the arm chair and mom was staring out the window into the rain.
"Skye, Julie, I have something I would like to tell you." Mom made no movement or response but Nana went on "It isn't healthy for Julie to live in this environment. I think that she should come to live with me."
I cringed at the thought of living with the happy, loud, cheerful Nana. She continued with "She's sixteen with no friends and no life. She needs to stop wallowing and get out into the world, which will be near impossible when she's living with you Skye!"
Crossing my arms I said "Nana, I don't want to live with you. I like livi-" Mom cut me off with "Go Julie."
I gave her a betrayed look and said "Mom, you haven't spoken to me in forever and the first thing you say is go?"
Mom fiddled with her necklace and said quietly "Julie, your going. I want to be alone."
Outraged I yelled "You've been alone for six years mom! How much more time do you need!?"
With that I walked out of the house and began running nowhere in particular.
Minutes, maybe even hours later I stopped and sat on a bus bench. As time slowly passed Nana's big pink truck came rumbling down the street, stopping in front of me. When I got in we drove quietly for a while.
Nana broke the silence and said "I didn't think that living with me would be that bad."
She sounded hurt but I did nothing to console her but say "I'll go." Better than being stuck with my mother I thought inwardly.
