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My science teacher bought this really cool star thing--it like, projects like, a million little green stars on the roof of whatever building your in, and they move and have shooting stars and stuff--so for about twenty minutes of my science period, my class and I just sat there and stared at it. XD I get tommorow (Friday) off, but I might not be able to upload due to having to type up the next chapter, and I'm extremely slow at it. XD Anywhoo, I have ALL of next week off, so prepare for many uploads a day!!
Now onward!! :)
Playlist For Chapter:
Wherever You Are - DJ Photik
Break Away - Kelly Clarkson
A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton
Gotta Be Somebody - Nickelback
If Today Was Your Last Day - Nickelback
The house was quite cute actually. It was a faded blue color, and some of the paint was peeling to show off a faded white under it. The shingles were dark and strange against the blue. The front door was white, and the lawn was glistening was rain drops. Two little steps and then there was a front porch, which was wooden and painted the same blue as the house. The trees just consumed it, making only the front of it visible.
"Well, we're here," Paul said, looking back at me. His dark eyes were questioning.
Obviously, I thought. "Uh-huh."
"You aren't going to puke or something, are you?" Quil asked as he turned around in his seat.
"I don't think so," I whispered, my stomach contacting suddenly. I gritted my teeth down harder so I wouldn't throw up.
Quil's eyes widened as he noticed my shoulder's shrug up when I gritted my teeth. "Just don't puke in my truck. Please, I just cleaned it."
I nodded and shakily managed to get the door open and hop out before I felt another wave of nerves shake through me. I shivered, and let the cool air wash over me, the wind rustling through the trees. My hair flowed freely with the wind even though it was only to the tips of my shoulders. The air seemed to take care of my nerves, and I felt a blanket of calmness cover me. I looked up at the sky, watching the gray clouds loom over head. It wasn't raining, but I could smell the freshness of rain that was going to come.
I felt a warm arm wrap around my shoulders. "You okay?" Paul's voice asked me slowly.
"I think so," I managed to get out. "Just . . . nervous."
Yes. Nervous would be the perfect word; nervous that I would be rejected here, nervous that Jules would be rejected by my father, and I was of course nervous about moving in miles away from my old home.
"You'll be fine. Dad won't hurt you, you know that." I looked up at Paul as he said that. He was smiling at me, and he rubbed my shoulders. "You'll be fine, beanpole."
I smiled a bit. "I'm not a beanpole. Your just on steroids."
"No, I think you're a beanpole," Paul laughed as he turned me around to face the truck again. It's white coloring was almost brown with the mud and dust that had covered it.
I went to it quickly, and because the door was still open, I reached inside for Jules. She was awake and blinking groggily, but once she saw me she grinned and helped me get her out of her booster seat. Once she was out, she grabbed her pink bag and I hugged her close to me, her small body warm against mine.
"Well, see you later, Paul! Nice meeting you Trisha!" Quil called as I closed the truck door, waving with a free hand.
Paul was on the back of the truck, with my suite case in his arms. He jumped off the back of the truck with it, and then placed it on the ground. Paul came to my side swiftly as Quil's truck pulled out of the driveway and he waved before turning on to the street and disappearing from sight.
"Paul?" A deep voice asked, and my nerves flared back with a sudden burst of emotions. I tensed, and I could feel Jules tense with me.
"Hey Dad!" Paul called as he turned his back to me so he could face the house.
I stiffened again, and Jules clung onto me tightly. "Who's twat?" she asked.
"My father," I whispered to her, shivering.
"Patricia?" The same deep voice asked.
I took a deep breath, and stepped out from behind Paul, from behind my hiding spot.
The man on the porch was aging, his hair still pitch black. He had stress lines on his forehead, and laugh lines around his mouth. His eyes were dark and smoldering, just like mine. I knew that I looked just like Paul, who looked just like him. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, and my throat felt smaller. I swallowed thickly.
"Patricia?" he asked again, taking one of the two steps down to the ground.
"Hey, Dad." I almost choked on the words.
We were racing toward each other, and suddenly I was being wrapped in his arms. He was holding me close, pressing his face into my hair and whispering, "Trisha, my little Trisha," over and over again. Jules was being smashed between us, but this time she didn't complain.
My father pulled back and held me at arms length. "Patricia, is that really you?"
I nodded, blinking away the tears. I shouldn't cry, but I knew I would anyway. "I go by Trisha now."
"Of course. Trisha, oh, Trisha." And with that, he hugged me again.
"It's so good to see you, Dad," I told him.
He pulled away, smiling at Jules. "And who is she? Do I have a granddaughter?" He waved at her, but his eyes were almost a glare when he looked at me.
"No," I said, laughing and crying as I did. "She's my half sister."
My dad stiffened. "Half sister?"
This is what I was afraid of. I gulped and nodded. "Half sister," I told him again before I was suddenly bursting with emotions. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared that you weren't going to like her and that I was going to have to go back with Mom. Not that I don't love her or anything, it's just the men are starting to get creepier by the day now, and Jules and I were starting to get terrified. I knew that I was going to have to move anyway, because I just can't handle all of the men, but I knew I had to take Jules with me. I guess what I'm trying to say is please don't kick me on the street, and please let Jules live with us too."
My dad didn't shout, or scream, or even turn red in the face; he just nodded and smiled. "I know your mother and I know you, Trisha. Jules is welcome here too. I just wish you would have told me before, so I couldn't have bought her something."
I was blown away by the acceptance, but I took it all in, smiling. "Oh, Dad," I whispered.
He hugged me once, quickly this time. "Well, come on in! This is your new home!"
I started following him up the steps, Paul trailing behind us with my suite case.
Yes. This was home now. And I knew it.
We walked up the creaky steps, and my father opened the door quickly.
The house was mainly all kitchen when you walked in, but two your left there was a small living room with a small T.V. The flooring in the kitchen was bright white tile, and the walls in the kitchen were painted a dull egg shell white. In the middle of the kitchen, away from the counters, stove and fridge, was a small circular wooden table with four chairs around it.
I took off my shoes and pulled off Jules's, placing them by the door, out of Paul's way. We then followed my father into the blue carpeted living room, which had dull yellow walls and a black sofa that really didn't match anything but the love seat across the room from it. There was a wall which was T.V. was against, and beside it, was a hall way.
"Well these are the main rooms," My father said. "Down the hall way is the bath room, my room, Paul's room, and the spare. I'm sorry, but you two girls will have to share."
I smiled at him, looking down at Jules, who was looking up at everything with excitement. "Don't worry about it," I told him. "This is our new home."
Ahhh, sorry it kind of cut off at a weird place, but in order for the next few events to happen, I needed to cut it off like this. That and I was getting lazy. XD
Jules just makes me smile. She going to totally come in handy later in the book with lots more cuteness, craziness, and funniness (sp? Is that even a word? O.o)
Oh, and quickly before I go: Happy Easter for those of you who celebrate it!! And if you don't, Happy Hyper Week!! :P ^-^
Bai! :3