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Previously:
"Well, one said that the twins were strong now, while another said that they should get older and wait. But for what, I do not know."
I wish I could have stayed longer and gotten more information.
I felt like a failure.
"Don't hang your head, Jane." Alec could always tell when I was sad. And I, him.
"This is most likely nothing. Just some idiots planing a joke. Or playing one."
I didn't feel convinced, but I couldn't show it.
"Joke. Right."
I was still unsettled about the conversation I had with Alec. At leased I knew I wasn't mental. He had heard voices as well. Could they really be vampires? But, that could be possible. They were all banished by Saint Marcus. Weren't they? But what if they weren't? My family could be in danger if they got hungry. Or would it be thirsty?
Today I was going to talk to Michel about those voices. Well, once I was done with my chores. I had to sweep the cinders from the fireplace, jar jam, pickle fish for dinner, and do the wash. And of course I would get no help from my mother.
She never helps. Leaving me to do everything.
I quickly rushed through everything. I really only pickled one fish out of the three that we had. And my father's work shirts wasn't pressed and primmed, like normal. But I had no time! I had to talk to Michel.
"Mother! I've finished everything. May I go out?" I begged.
"Only if you give the jam jars to Mrs. De Luca." she shouted from the foyer.
"Yes, mother!" I sang out as I joyfully ran out the side door, jars in my basket.
I hurriedly ran to the De Luca's home. It was a small-one story house, perfect for two. But they had seven. Mr. and Mrs. De Luca, their kids Cara and Helen, and Helen's husband, Antonio, and their two kids Lena and Patsy. A very crammed house indeed.
Knock, knock. I rapped my knuckle against the door loudly. I needed them to get the jam now. The sun was setting and I had to talk to Michel. Even though I knew I wasn't crazy, i wanted his comforting words. Just to make sure.
Where are they? Why couldn't they get their lazy butts to the door so they can receive the stupid jam!?!?
Knock, knock. A knocked a second time. Nothing! They were doing this on purpose weren't they? Just trying to annoy me! Right? Right? I know I'm right about this.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! I continuously pounded my fist against their stupid door. They were infuriating me! Just answer your stupid door you imbeciles'!
"Arrg!" I seethed. "I only have jam for you that took all day to jar! You could answer your door! But no! You have to ignore me because you can't get your lazy asses out of bed!" I yelled at the door. They were probably just out, shopping or something, but just in case they were inside, I wanted them to hear me. "Idiots!" I hated people. They annoy the living daylights out of me! Well, not really but- they were a pain!
I don't have time for this, I thought angrily. But really, compared to some of my other thoughts that I wanted to do to them, this was peaceful and calm. I lined the jam jars right out side the door. They would see them, and I had to talk to Michel before the light was gone. You never know who may be lurking in the shadows of the night. Or what. I shivered at the thought.
I hope the step on the stupid jars and get glass in their feet! I thought as I marched down to Central Square.
AN:
Sorry, I just wanted to get the combined two chapters and make them one. :)
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