Here's chapter two of My Forged Life! I didn't get nearly as much reviews as I would have liked, but whatever. Sorry I've been taking a while, but don't forget that I'm not only working on this, but also EFTC. And more writer's block…But, now that I'm on Summer break, I'll have plenty more time. (:
You know the disclaimer.
[Berry's POV]
I was woken up by the shrill sound of the alarm on my nightstand. I groaned, and slammed my hand down on the shrieking device. I forced myself out of bed and trudged over to my large walk-in closet. It was only the second week back from Spring Break, and also the second week my brother and I have been here in Townsville. I swung open my closet door and rummaged through my clothes. Since it was a Monday, I wanted to look at least half-way decent. Maybe more, I guess.
I settled on a pink and purple sleeveless ombre top with a polo collar and buttons down the front. The pink was on top, purple on the bottom; it was also slightly see-through, so I put on a white cotton cami underneath it. Since it was extremely hot (80 degrees to be exact), I put on my favorite dark-wash, low-rise short shorts from Abercrombie&Fitch. I grabbed my black and white high-top Converse from the floor and put them beside my bed to wear later.
I closed my closet door and walked to my vanity. I grabbed the black bedazzled bow necklace I set out the night before and put it on. It was long, falling just below my breast bone. I really didn't feel like doing anything to my hair, so I let it fall natural down my shoulders and back. I put on some silver eye shadow, and black eyeliner and mascara. After I was done, I grabbed my shoes, and walked downstairs. I saw Basher already sitting on a stool at the island, eating a bacon and cheese omelet. (Courtesy of my mother, I assure you.)
"Hey, mom." I greeted her kissing her cheek. She smiled and kissed me back. "Good morning, sweetie. You look so cute!" She complimented. I grinned back at her. "Thanks." She nodded. She handed me a plate with the same breakfast my brother was eating, and I smiled at how good it smelled. I sat down next to Basher and started eating. As I was devouring my omelet, a question crossed my mind.
"Hey, where's dad?" I asked. My mother sighed, while Basher just scoffed. My mom gave him a stern look, and he raised his hands in surrender. I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion. Then I sighed, as I remembered why he was gone. "He's traveling again, isn't it?" My mom nodded and I suppressed a groan. My father was a defense attorney, but he travels a lot. He says he's "making money for the family and the people he works for," and "upholding the law by defending the innocent," which is the line he's been giving my brother and I for every missed birthday, school event, and holiday for as long as I can remember.
I barley ever get to talk to him. Seriously, sometimes I feel like the crew from CNN and other random strangers get to do that more than I do. I hate saying that (even though it's true), but he's really the only other person I can open up to besides my brother. And, sometimes I can't even count on him for that!
But, before I could start anymore negative thoughts, I heard loud barking noises behind me. I scrunched up my eyebrows and turned around. I smiled when I saw the little furball. Basher's German Shepard puppy, Zero was sitting on the floor, begging for food. I rolled my eyes but smiled and gave him a piece of my omelet. When I turned around, my mom was giving me a stern look. I flinched and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. He was too cute to resist!" I said. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, and next you'll be giving Winter table food?" She shot back, raising an eyebrow. Winter was my female Siberian Husky puppy. "Pshh, whatever." I joked. My mom just smiled and rolled her eyes again.
Basher and I pulled up to the school parking lot in his car and got out. He locked it behind him and we went our separate ways into the school. I jogged over to Bright who was talking to some other girls who I didn't know, while Basher went over to the jocks. Actually kind of weird for him…oh, well, whatever. I guess he's finally starting to widen his horizons.
Anyway, so Bright and I talked while we waited for the bell to ring. About five minutes later, we heard it go off and we started walking to our first class. When we got there, we sat in our seats and waiting for the teacher to get her. While waiting, Bolt turned around in his seat and started striking up a conversation. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
He gave me a once over before speaking. "Good morning. You look good today." I tried ignoring the weird feeling in my stomach he gave me when he talked to me like that.
"Thanks. And, good morning to you too." I said, grinning slightly.
"How was your weekend?" He asked me.
"Pretty good. I mean, my dad is travelling again, and he didn't even bother to tell me about it. No one else told me, either. I mean, even my brother knew!" I explained, feeling a bit indignant. Bolt knew all about my father and how he's always out of town. I told him about three days ago. He sighed and looked at me sympathetically.
"I'm sorry about that." He said, and I shook my head.
"Don't be. I'm used to it by now." I replied, and gave him a fake, weak smile. He sighed again and turned back to the front of the room.
After first period was over, Bright and I began walking to our next class. She turned to me and could probably see the look of sadness on my face. She sighed, and I felt her looking at me but I kept my gaze forward.
"It's your dad again, isn't it?" She asked, as if she expected this to happen. I inwardly groaned irritably and nodded.
"Yes. He's off on a trip again, and he didn't even bother to tell me." I complained. Bright sighed and put her left arm around my shoulders but said nothing.
Scene: The lunch room
While Bright and I were entering the Commons, she bumped into a brunette I've never seen before. They both scowled at each other while I raised an eyebrow in confusion. When we got to our table with our friends already there, I asked Bright was that was all about. The girl's name was Buttercup and apparently, her and Bright hate each other. Bright said that she and her have a rivalry going back to 7th grade. She never really told me the whole story, and I never tried to pry it out of her, because whenever she tries to explain, she ends up breaking anything that's in her hand at the time (If there's anything at all, that is).
"So, what exactly started this?" I asked her. She sighed and shook her head.
"I honestly don't even remember, but neither of us is going to get over it any time soon, as you can already plainly see!" She replied and I gave her a "what the hell?" look. She raised her hands in defense, and I rolled my eyes in response.
"Hey, at least they didn't try to kill each other. That's a first." My friend, Vanessa sounded from across the table. I just rolled my eyes good-naturedly and started eating my lunch.
Beside me, I heard Bright scoff. "I never actually try to kill her…" She muttered. Vanessa rolled her eyes, and I tried to suppress a laugh.
The rest of the day dragged on, mostly because I was complaining inside my head why my dad wouldn't tell me he had left on a business trip. I'm usually the first person he tells! I mean, I'm just going to go right out and say it: I'm a total daddy's girl. He's my best friend; I've always gone to him with anything. And, now to think he couldn't even take time out of his busy schedule to tell me he'd left actually really hurts.
I sighed, trying to forget about it. Complaining won't help except put me in a foul mood. I continued to trudge on out to my brother's car and found him already there, leaning on the hood, as if he was waiting for me. I nodded to him and opened the door to the passenger side. I put my bag on the floor and looked out the window as he hopped in and started the car. I think along the way home, he noticed something was wrong with me, because when we were at a red light, he immediately looked over to me and got straight to the point.
"Alright, what's wrong with you?" He asked in a stern tone. I looked over to him, kind of surprised and I blinked.
"Um…n-nothing." I lied.
Basher rolled his eyes at me. "That's bullshit, and you and I both know that."
I sighed at him and looked away. "It's just…why didn't dad tell me he was going on a business trip?" I mumbled in a meek voice. I heard Basher groan and I squeezed my eyes shut.
"That's what this is about!? Good Lord, I thought something way worse was going on!" My eyes snapped open and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him.
"Well, what the hell did you think was going on?" I demanded.
"Uhhh…nothing…" He said and I raised one eyebrow, but didn't ask any more questions.
I exhaled awkwardly and looked straight ahead. "But, seriously…he usually tells me this sort of stuff…what makes this time any different? It's been bugging me."
Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Basher lean back in his chair and heard him sigh. "I honestly don't know. But, if you're thinking he told me personally, you're wrong…mom did. He only told mom and I have no idea why." He explained.
"Do…do you think maybe I'm making too big a deal out of this?" I asked him quietly. I saw him shake his head in the corner of my eye.
"No…it's been bugging me too." He said. I inwardly sighed in relief, glad that I wasn't the only one.
"Well, it's not gonna do us any good if we just worry about it. We should ask mom what she thinks." Then, as if on cue, the light turned green and we took off.
Sorry it's short, but I didn't know how to end it. I have a little snippet in my mind of what I want to happen to two characters in the next chapter in my mind. Let's just hope I don't forget it…
R&R, please!