Trying for a Happy Christmas
Fanfiction
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It was the last day of school before break, and it was a few seconds before dismissal. Ms. Accord let us count down the last few seconds.
"5"
"4"
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…
"1"
The bell finally rings.
"Yay!" Most of us pop up and cheer.
Ms. Accord chuckled.
"Alrighty, see ya in two weeks." Ms. Accord smiled as she walked out of the classroom.
"No more school!" I cheered with my dreams in the air.
"More Christmas reading!" Klug cheered.
"More manicures!" Raffina cheered.
"More divination rituals without delay." Feli noted in her creepy tone.
"Yay!" Lidelle simply smiled. I didn't expect her to say anything much.
We all turned to Sig, waiting for him to respond with something.
To our dismay, Sig was resting his head on his left wrist, playing with his pencil. Something about his body language seemed to show that he was sad.
"Sig?" I ask.
Sig must've spaced out.
I walk over to Sig. I wave my hand in front of him.
Sig blinks for a bit and looks at me.
"You okay?" I ask.
Sig sighed, "I might as well get going. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
He didn't answer my question.
Sig walked out of the classroom.
"What's with Sig?" Klug asks.
I shrug, "I dunno. Maybe he'll lighten up at the party tomorrow."
"We can only hope." Raffina notes.
I guess I should back you up.
Raffina always has a Christmas party on Christmas Eve. She invites all of us, and we all go. Though I'm not quite sure why Klug goes. He hates Raffina. Maybe he's just there because his parents forced him.
"I gotta go. I'll see ya tomorrow." I say as I leave the classroom.
"Bye." Most of them wave back.
I walk down the hallway. I then walk out of the school and walk home.
I don't really understand, Sig usually is sad around this time. However he never told me why. Maybe it is just because bugs aren't around in winter. I think that might be it. Or I can just ask him.
Soon enough, I find myself in front of my house already. That walk flew right by.
I walk into the house. Mom is in the living room watching a KFC commercial.
"Lots of KFC ads." I note.
Mom turns around.
"Oh hey Amitie, I didn't see ya there." Mom notes.
I stop for a minute. The I just shrug. But how did Mom not hear the door open?
I walk over to Mom.
"How did KFC become the Christmas food of choice?" I ask.
"It was a 1974 commercial." Mom explains.
I nod. Commercials do really convince people.
Mom turned off the TV.
"I have to cook dinner." Mom notes, "TV is yours."
"Well, do you need help?" I ask.
"No. Thanks for asking." Mom says.
Mom walks off towards the kitchen.
I turn the TV back on. I flipped through the channels.
Nothing interesting was on. I turn off the TV.
I put 'Nutcracker Fantasy' into the DVD player. I turn the TV back on and switch it to DVD.
I watch the movie for a while. I've already watched this movie twice already. So nothing is too new.
I find a book on the coffee table in front of me. I pick it up.
I read the title.
"How to Deal with the Loss of Pets." I mumble to myself.
I wonder why Mom has a book on this.
I look back up at the TV's screen. The movie is practically done.
I turn off the movie and open the book. I start to read the book, because why not?
The book actually contained some good tips on how to cope with dead pets. Maybe that'll be useful one day.
I close the book after I was finished with it. I look out the window. The sky was starting to darken.
I walk over to the kitchen.
"Mom, what time is it?" I ask.
Mom looks at the clock on the microwave.
"It is 15:04." Mom says, "Or 3:04"
"Thanks Mom." I say.
I walk away.
"Wait, Amitie, the the food's ready." Mom stops me.
"Oh okay." I walk back over.
I set the table, Mom and I have dinner. Dad wasn't able to join us for some reason.
"Where's Dad?" I ask.
"He had to go out and buy something." Mom responded.
I nod. I continue to eat my dinner.
"If you don't mind my asking, why does that friend of yours seem sad recently?" Mom asks.
I perk up. How exactly does Mom know about Sig?
"I dunno." I say, "He's never said why."
Mom nods.
Come to think of it, Sig is never sad. He never shows any obvious emotion. What is going on anyway?
We finish dinner, then I go upstairs, change my clothes and stuff and crawl into bed.
Please tell me Sig is okay. I just hope everything is normal.