Chapter 1
My mom always said that boys are 'over rated.' Actually, that's my phrase. It's pretty much the same thing. I just think she wants me to get through college; I'll be the first person on my father's side to get my Bachelor's Degree.
Even though this all sounds very interesting, it's not what I want to talk about. The real story starts on Charleston Road. At a yard that is so covered with leaves that you won't believe there are rocks under them. A nice house is behind all this havoc that a mother and daughter rent's.
They only have two cats, Midnight and Precious. The daughter, Saphire, owns Midnight. Her mother, Sasha, owns Precious. Everything happened at once when they got home from an exhausting day at school and work.
"Mom, where is Midnight?! I need to spray him with the 'kitty trainer' bottle!" I'm Saphire, the daughter. I was guarding Precious who was licking her wounds. Midnight and Precious got into another fight. Precious is too small, old, and weak to fight Midnight. Plus, Midnight has claws, Precious does not.
"He's in here, why do you need- PRECIOUS!" Exclaim Mom.
I ran to the living room and chased Midnight into my room. Then I locked him in there and went to get a wet rag. When I reached the kitchen again, Mom was standing over Precious, who was freaking out. Her bleeding stop and was dried by now, I shoved Mom out of the way, pick up Precious, and cleaned up the dried blood lightly.
Precious was howling protests but I didn't bother to calm her down. After ten or so minutes later, she was all clean and the wound didn't bleed any more blood. I let Mom by so that she could calm precious down with the cats brush as I put dinner on the table. I tried to keep myself busy so that Mom wouldn't see that something is nagging at my brain. I wasn't very good at this.
"What's wrong, Phire?" My moms ask me in my sweet nickname. I hate it when she tries to sweet talk me.
"I was just wandering; I miss Dad so much that I want to move back to Millinocket, Maine. But not forever, just for a year or so." I added so that I wouldn't hurt her feelings. Mom said since I am 17, I could visit my grandmother, who lives in Pennsylvania, any time I can. Why should she say no now? I have enough money for a plane ticket, maps are easy to read, and there is no reason she shouldn't trust me on a plane for six hours.
Mom's sigh pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Call up your father and ask him if he can pick you up around five tomorrow, but make sure he is okay that you are going to stay for a long time. Then let me talk to him if he says yes. If he said no, don't force him to let you live there." Mom said.
I ran to the kitchen phone and dialed Dad's number.
"Hello?" said a man on the other side of the line.
"Daddy? It's me, Saphire. I have a MAJOR question for you."
"Hi honey, if it's about the Birds and the Bees the-"
"No!" I said, cutting him short.
"Mom explains that to me back in grade school. I was just wandering, can I please, Please, come live with you for the remainder of high school?"
"Um… does your mom know about this? If so, then yeah, you could live here."
"Yeah, Mom knows about it. I get to see you again. Tomorrow I will be at the airport. Oh! Mom wants to speak to you."
I gave the phone to Mom and dance up the stairs. I pack every piece of clothing except for pj's for tonight and clothes for tomorrow. Then I pack all my CD's, pictures, CD player, and everything else that could fit in my bag. I put my wallet in my next-day clothes pocket and float down stairs. Midnight ran with me, happy to be free of the dark room.
"I'll drop you off at the airport at 11:30 am and walk you to the gate. Your plane will land in Maine at five, so your father will pick you up and buy you dinner. He is very excited. I guess this is our last supper together, for now. We'll meet each other every summer for a month at your grandmother's place." Moms said once I've reach the bottom of the stairs.
After dinner, I ran to my bedroom, dive into my pj's, and lay down to wait for the overcoming of sleep.
