A/N: Hi! this is my first fan fiction and I hope you like it! I like to give a special thanks to a friend called twilightnharrypotterfreak who was the one that encouraged me to write this story. If you like it then you can review any time you want(I would like that) =). Enjoy the story.!
Chapter 2
My mom saw all the things that were in my head, and by things I mean; the RIP sign and the hole freaking-out about my name written on it. We were in a awkward moment, she stared alot (which is OK with me since I alredy got used to it), and she didn't speak until my dad came in, interrupting her chance to clearly see what was going on in my head.
"Soo- what's up with the staring, doesn't it freak her?, he said and laughed right after he finished the question.
" I'm not in the mood Jake, and you know what i'm doing-- " she said, looking at him with what seemed to me, a furious gaze.
" Of course I know what your doing.I mean, how come I not?" dad said, looking nervous ( just like he wanted to run out of the room as fast as he can).
"You dont have an idea, dont you?" my mom said looking dissapointed.
"You know me so well" he looked at her, kind of relieved when he said it.
" I'm trying to read her, i'm figuring out what the heck she's thinking about". This is just great, my mom is reading me. You know, she just learned to do that, so she practices on me, which is totally unfair!.Not many kids have the chance to say that their mom can read them, but lets just say i'm lucky. After a couple of minutes dad went to sleep again, and right after he left, my mom started talking to me. She explained everything. She said that the name on the RIP sign was the name of my grandmother, well, not my real grandmother, because my real grandma is Bella, but I dont like to call her grandmother or grandma and lets not even think about calling her granny, it just feels strange because she looks so young. Anyways, Renee (Bella's mother), died today, and that's the reason why everyone was sad and wearing black(which I wore too). Mom knew I understood everything, so she didn't even bother to ask if I actually understood it. I nodded, as if it was a sign that now I'm OK, that now that I know the truth, I will not be freaking-out anymore. The minute she got my nod, she kissed my forehead, said "Good night" and headed to the door. When the door closed, my eyes also did and I was soo tired that I didn't even analyze the hole "your not a normal kid" speech.