Regarding the rant: I'm not going to stop putting up the random rant just because someone doesn't like it (considering a certain review for another of my stories), the rant is specifically for my friend, whom prefers reading the rant to the story as she's random, she reviews the rant, I am not forcing you to read it, I make it bold so you know it is rant and not part of the story, giving you an option as to whether you read it or not, if you don't like it, don't read it, and don't waste your time complaining about it as I'm not going to stop because one person thinks I should.
Only one person had a problem, this person decided to tell me it shouldn't be there, they are my stories, if I want it there, it will be there.
I'm incredibly sorry to those of you who aren't complaining about the rant (which is most of you) as you either like it or couldn't care less about it, it just really annoys me that people read the rant if they don't want to, why bother, they are wasting their own time by reading and reviewing the rant, and are wasting my time by making me read pointless reviews about it, the rant has been moved to the end so you can get rid of the screen after you finish reading the chapter if you don't want to read the rant, IT'S OPTIONAL, don't read it then have a fit about how pointless it is, I know it's pointless, I did write it, this is going to appear in all of my stories, because it applies to all of them not just this one.
The above was approved of by my rant-reader and friend, we have both decided that the rants will continue at the end of chapters as usual, if I didn't continue them, there would probably be no future to any of my stories, because she would kill me in a science lesson, even though she is short (sorry, vertically challenged)
Ok, now you can read:
Isobel's POV
"Mommy, why's she in the ground?" Tamsin quizzed my sister curiously.
"She's sleeping, sweetie," Gabriella answered, smiling down at her.
"Why's she sleeping in the ground?" Tamsin continued, "I don't sleep in the ground,"
"She's taking an extra-long nap," I told her, watching the chain around her neck, a present from mom, glimmer in the light.
"She must be very tired," Tamsin decided, "why's there a stone with writing on it, stones don't have writing on them,"
"You're very chatty today," I smiled, picking her up from the ground, "shush,"
"Shush is a silly word," she giggled, "you silly auntie Isobel,"
I nodded, noticing how naïve she was, giggling in a cemetery.
"God, Grandma, what happened to these flowers?" I heard Gabriella question, staring right at the grave, "you were always so good with appearances."
"Mommy talk to stone," Tamsin whispered loudly, nodding her head for emphasis.
"Mommy's talking to your Great Grandma," I explained, "even though she's not hear, she can still hear us,"
"Will she be mad if we wake her up?" Tamsin queried, watching me carefully, "I get mad when mommy wakes me up,"
"We can't wake her up, Tam," Gabriella told her calmly, "but she's ok, do you believe me?"
Tamsin nodded, "is she your grandma?"
"Yeah," I told her, "she was Nana's mommy,"
Tamsin nodded again, "we go now?"
I looked up at my sister, who, in turn, looked back at me, nodding; this would probably be the last time she visited our Grandmother's grave in a while, in two days time, she was moving, moving far away, joining Evan and Troy in LA, they'd decided that he should go and get Kirra settled, and she'd follow five days later with Tamsin, I was surprised that they'd seemed to switch kids, but I guess that was intentional, they did both need to spend time with their other child.
"Tell me again," I started as Gabriella took Tamsin out of my arms, clearly sensing that carrying the four-year-old was now making my arms ache, "why did Troy decide on a long car ride with Kirra, when you and Tam are flying,"
"Kirra loves long car trips," Gabriella elaborated again, "Tamsin hates them, it made sense,"
She let out a long sigh, making me smile weakly at her.
"You miss them," I stated, "don't you?"
She nodded, "I don't think I've been away from him this long since we met just over nine years ago, and Kirra, she's my baby, it's natural for me to miss her,"
"Is she always gonna be the baby?" I quizzed curiously, laughing at the look on her face and adding, "just asking,"
She smirked, "what do you think?"
"Me, think!" I exclaimed, mocking shock, "whatever would make you say such a thing?"
"Auntie Isobel no think," Tamsin agreed with me, "never ever ever ever ever,"
"Thanks, Tam," I replied, hearing my sister laugh at her daughter's comment, "that wasn't funny,"
"Yes it was," my sister insisted, "true as well,"
"I'd get you grounded for that if you were still eighteen," I pointed out, "you just need to grow down,"
"Grown down?" she laughed again, "that's the most insane thing I've ever heard,"
"Didn't Troy once tell you he didn't have an ego problem?" I stated, "You always said that was insane,"
"Ok, grow down is the second most insane thing I've ever heard," she relented, smiling happily.
"How quiet is your home right now?" I decided to quiz, silently waiting for a reply.
"Troy, Kirra and the dogs aren't there," she began, "but it's noisy, all I need is this little chatterbox, right Tam? I'm glad I'm not in that house alone though, it looks so empty now most of the furniture has gone,"
"Daddy say I go chatter chatter chatter," Tamsin agreed, continuing for effect while bringing in hand gestures., "chatter chatter chatter, mommy, what chatter?"
"Talking," Gabriella told her, "and daddy's right, you do talk a lot, and I love very much that you talk a lot, it stops me from feeling lonely,"
"Me talk all the time mommy," Tamsin squealed in excitement, "Kirra not talk much though,"
"Kirra will talk more when she's bigger," I assured her, "because she's very little she doesn't know a lot of words, not like you do,"
"Bel?" Gabriella questioned, making me turn to her, "promise me something,"
"What?" I quizzed, feeling that I already knew what she wanted.
"Promise me that you won't let this conflict with you and Carly ruin everything that mom and dad have built, I won't be there for you to run to any more, and a part of me regrets that, because I should," she told me, "but when I leave, promise me you'll look after them, promise me you won't worry about us too much,"
"Are you gonna get mom to make a similar promise when we get home?" I asked curiously, smirking as she gave me a stern look, "I promise,"
I opened the back door as we reached the car, glad that at least for the next few days, things would be near like old times, with my sister back at home, the only difference being Tamsin's presence, and the fact that I knew exactly when she was going to leave this time.
Troy's POV"What's the plan for today Kirry?" I questioned the one year old.
"Mommy?" she stated, watching me for an answer.
"Not today, just me and you today, mommy and Tamsin come soon," I explained, she watched me for a while before turning back to the banana that was in front of her.
"Unca Cad?" she asked after a few minutes, "see Unca Cad?"
"You want to see Uncle Chad?" I quizzed, she normally cried when she saw him.
She shook her head fiercely, " Art Tayer,"
"You want to see Auntie Taylor?" I changed my question, watching her nod vigorously in reply, "and uncle Chad comes when Auntie Taylor comes doesn't he?"
She nodded again, still staring at me, "Daddy, naarna lellow,"
I smiled at her as she identified the color of the fruit, as far as I knew she'd never done that before.
"Just like mommy," I commented, watching her before taking out my cell and dialling Taylor's number,
A part of me was glad that she'd came up when Chad and I did, Kirra had been crying non-stop for the past two days, Taylor's presence had really helped calm her down, she'd seemed to accept now that mommy wasn't here, but clearly believed that if Taylor was here, mommy would follow.
I'm listening to Steps songs on my mp3, did you know Kerry claims that she doesn't like steps, and then goes and tells some random person that they are cool in the middle of school.
I had a drama day today; we were assessed in out performance and all the rest of the time we were meant to be rehearsing, there was some shuttles left over from a badminton lesson someday this week, and the boys started playing badminton, using their shoes as rackets, and I thought I was mad, others were throwing plastic rods at eachother, a very constructive rehearsal, but that's what you get when you leave teenagers unsupervised in a hall while your assessing another group in another room at the other end of the building, as for me, I actually did rehearse, I kept going over my lines with Kerry, then started to annoy her by trying to get her to speak louder.
Anyways, end of rant, because I want more hot chocolate, and I'm gonna go make some.
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