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Chapter 11

I was smiling when I woke up. The clouds look less dim today, it's pearly color bellowing to me in welcome. I heard the birds chirping happily outside, assuring me everything was fine. I jumped up, dressing in a green dress-his eyes! The girl in the mirror had bright, lively eyes as if she saw no darkness. Innocent was my reflection, so brilliant and glowing.

I was so happy I hummed down to the stairs. "Good morning," I chirped happily to mother. So happy was I, I forgot out argument. She wasn't surprised, she only nodded in response. She still gave me the cold shoulder, I see, and that made my face fall a teensy bit. But then Edward's smiling face reminded me of tonight's promise-a call and a visit at night. The thought made me smile.

The maids were all wide-eyed and open-mouthed at my sudden, sunny disposition. But that's not the strangest part. My father smiled as he saw me, but his eyes ceased to twinkle. For some reason, I think he's hiding something beneath those eyes. Mother treated him the same way she treated me. And for once, I could see the pull of lines in her face-a face of worry-she suddenly looked older. Something was definitely brewing.

She snapped at both the maids and my father. Every tim she saw one of the servants watch me, shocked, she would say, "What are you looking at?" I know she knows she's being rude. With a "Sorry, ma'am," a stuttering, mumbled excuse, she dashed to the kitchen."Mother, you seem a bit on the downside," I commented. She continued her rudeness while my father tried to soothe her unfathomable worries with gentle, "Dear"'s. And when she said, "Don't touch me!" That finally broke me off.

"What is your problem mother? Can't you act civilly at the table?"

She flushed, her eyes sparking. "I, act civil? And what about you? With your. . . your Romeo?! And that's civil?!" She snapped at me.

I was appalled. If there were any more words higher degree than that, they would not suffice. My mother, my best friend at times, says this to me.

"Who are you?" I asked her. "Who are you?" she asked me back.

I stood up and left the table.


A/N: There, short chapter for you. I know, not much of a story, but be patient with me. Oh and yes, I do know how patient you've all been for waiting-if you are waiting- for this story. Next chapter will be a bomb-not as good but more of a surprise. I hope.