I do not own the characters that are in this story. Hopefully my spelling and grammar are good. I'm sorry for not posting chapter two on quickly on. It's just, I've been busy. Also, I hadn't gotten much reviews which tells me that perhaps I might forget about this story and move onto another one. This chapter might be not that good. But that's only because I'm trying to move the story to where I can actually move the story plot.
Question for the story: Which is better vampire, human, or warlock?
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I was down the road near the crossing of the old vampire-wolf treaty line soon to cross onto the vampire side. Until I seen two figures standing looking straight at me with fierce eyes. It was my parents. I could not believe that they had the guts to actually show up there. I parked my car at the side of the paved road. I didn't want to deal with what they were going to say. So, I turned around to go to Jacobs. That didn't help.
I heard a sound of a door closing. It was my mom—not only showing the fury in her eyes, but in her voice to. "I thought we said to be home at precisely ten o'clock," she began lecturing me with her normal voice. "you're pushing the limits Nessie. When we said you could go to the res by yourself we meant with permission. Not just spring out the door, start your car up, and think—knowing that your father would hear—that you're going to Jacobs house. We're not upset with Jacob if that's one thing you're thinking," I stared at her with my annoyed, angry, teared up eyes for just a second. Then I spoke to her in my head, "I know Jacob isn't in trouble. Why would I even think that he was for a second?" She looked at me as if she were sorry. "What, what is it?" She ignored my question and ordered me to look where I was driving. I turned the car around to go home—dad followed us.
"We need to talk." dad said in his calm normal voice. "I know what you're going to say. It's pretty obvious." We were sitting in the white living room on the leather sofa. I was ready to hear the lecture from him on what I had done wrong. But, instead he stayed quiet.
Mom sat beside dad on her side cuddling close to dad, gently putting her hand on his. She began to speak, "So, uh, what did you and Jacob do at the beach today?" I hesitated. Wondering why she would want to know. I answered her question anyway, "We swam. Hung out at the beach. That's all. Just a normal day." I cleared my throat, "What time are you and dad going to your friends?" My parents looked at each other. Please, don't tell me that they're not going.
Dad started to answer. He probably answered because he heard my thought—I need to gain control of what things I say to others in my head. "We have changed our minds to visit our friends." Grrreat. Now I'll have to call Jacob to tell him not to come over tonight.
He began to speak again, "We are actually thinking of moving to where they are. But only for a year. Except, me and your mother have both agreed that you can stay with Grandpa Charlie. We've already asked Charlie and he has agreed to your staying. You can't stay with your other grandparents, aunts, and uncles because they're coming with us. But, they're visiting for half of the year. That is if you are okay with us moving and you staying here with Charlie." I looked at my parents as if they were kidding. "You're kidding, right? Of course I'll stay with Grandpa Charlie!" I jumped up out of my seat to go to my room to start packing. "Nessie, wait," my mom raised her voice. "There's another place for you to stay which I think you'll agree within a split second. He has agreed to take you in for the year. You can stay in the guest room. And only," she emphasized the 'only' part. Where are they going with this? I payed attention to what she was saying, "in the guest room. It's at Jac-" Jacob! They're saying I can stay at Jacobs house! I stopped mom from talking by interrupting her from my babbling, "Of course I'll stay at Jacob's. When are you guys leaving. I'll go pack my things." I went over to my parents and hugged them both at the same time. After hugging my parents I went running to my room. Dad yelled to me—while I was running upstairs—that they'll be leaving in two hours so I better pack up fast. What a year this will be.
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