Please enjoy another Chapter of Living Day!

Frankie and Jackson sat at one of the booths with a table in between; Jackson had his chin in his hand as a finger rubbed the side of his eye right under his glasses. A slight bored look crossed his face as Frankie stared out the window watching the scenery pass her by. She couldn't believe she was on a train! Out of that small town…she was going to school! She was practically sparking at her bolts.

"Frankie…" Jackson said getting her attention. "I believe it is time to work on your writing again…your parents did leave you a list to practice before school."

She gave him an evil look as he smirked pulling out papers from his brown massager bag. "Awe, come on Jackson…can't we skip on just one lesson! I am already super good at it!" Frankie tried to plead as Jackson shook his head no pointing to the paper in front of her.

"Just like I showed you." He said looking out the window with the same bored expression he normally had. Frankie wrote a little… her name, Jackson's name…even her mother's and father's name. She kept shooting glances as the young normie boy in front of her. How he seemed so at peace…just watching the clouds pass him by. "Done!" She shouted happily getting a few monsters to glare at her.

Frankie's face slowly turned red as she placed her hand over her mouth, "Whoops…sorry." She heard a couple of growls, but that was it. She looked back at Jackson who seemed to be smiling behind his hand.

"Nice job…your J's are getting better…but you still spelled my name wrong." He took the pencil and showed her, "But that isn't a big deal…you will never have to write my name…as long as you understand the basic of writing."

She beamed at him making him grin a little before it faded as he pulled out math. "Simple math…just a refresher…nothing big…I know you had a year to practice…but I also know how you learn." He told her as she sighed. As much as she liked Jackson, he sometimes treated like she was still learning everything. Like how to walk and talk, she was impressed he stayed for all of those awkward learning phases. She saw his eyes light up a bit as he pulled out the math…she honestly hated math, but for him it was simple as breathing. Between his father and him teaching her, she thought she would be a lot better at it. But no matter who taught her or how many times she did it…she never understood math. Too bad her parents could only see her on weekends…they could have showed her. She knew she was made just for them, their own daughter to love and hold. So why couldn't she see them or better yet live with them?

"Jackson?" Frankie asked as she looked up from her work.

"Hm?" He mumbled looking out the window again as they passed a large lake that seemed to moving from the wind.

"Do you know why I never get to see my parents?" She asked as Jackson sighed.

"That is not really my question to answer…I would ask your grandfather." He told her trying his best not to tell her. She didn't need to know, it's hard enough to be created as a sixteen year old girl and trying to figure things out then to find out your father is a murdering rage monster who hates normies.

"I have asked him…but he always tells me the same thing!" Frankie folded her arms and pouted looking out the window as Jackson rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him.

"Then it isn't meant to be known just yet…like when my father told Holt and me about each other…we were thirteen." Jackson told Frankie again as she glared a little more darkly at the window. She has heard that story since she was created. Every time she complained about her grandfather hiding something, he always came back that it may be better to wait until you're older. She was honestly getting sick of it!

"You always tell me that!" She mumbled out to him pouting as he chuckled.

"Because you never listen to the reason why I tell you." He countered as she turned her attention back to the window. He sighed, "Frankie listen to me," he told her leaning on the table watching her as she still pouted. "Some things are better not known…life is hard enough without adding more stress on a young mind. Why do you think parents try so hard to protect their children," he stops for a second and looks at his bag, "So they can save their innocence a little longer."

Frankie was trying her best to stay mad at him; she glanced at him and saw his indigo eyes start to tear up as he played with his bag. Frankie tilted her head confused on why he was so upset about this. "I am-"

"Jackson! There you are cuz! About time I found you!" Heath yelled getting glares which he waved away. Jackson quickly wiped his eyes glaring at his cousin, "Just one time can you quietly enter a room without yelling?"

Heath just laughed pushing Jackson into the booth more taking a seat making Jackson grumble, "Seriously?"

Heath ignored him and looking at the table making a face, "You are not even at school!" He gives Jackson a bored look as Frankie giggled softly. She has only met Heath twice and only with her parents. She liked him…she found him kind of cute, but Jackson warned her that Heath can be a little of a handful.

"It's not mine you idiot." Jackson growled rubbing his forehead pointing to Frankie who gave him a small smile.

Heath's hair lit on fire making Jackson yelp and Heath slide over to Frankie's side. "Hey there hot stuff…it's good to see you away from big ole daddy!"

Jackson's face turned red as Frankie blushed as she tried to scoot farther away, "Hey Heath…"

"Leave her alone cuz." Jackson said in a deadly tone as Heath ignored him.

"Awe, call me the Heathster! I will show you around-," he wiggled his eyebrows at her getting a confused look from Frankie.

Jackson shot up pulling Heath out of her booth throwing him to the floor. "I told you to leave her alone!" He whispered out, standing above Heath. Heath glared at Jackson trying to get up when Jackson placed his foot on his chest, holding him down.

"Don't…" He rubbed his forehead, "Just sit there…I don't have to truly deal with you yet…I just want a few seconds without crazy…so please leave before I truly hurt you."

Heath pushed off Jackson's foot jumping up, "You are such a boring ass! I don't know how she can even stand to be around you!"

Jackson turned his back to Heath holding himself, "Please Heath…" He whispered as Heath continued.

"What the hell happened to you? You were always so much fun! I don't remember when you became such a…a…a loner!" He shouted as his hair slowly started to get bigger. Even a few monsters started to leave.

Closing his eyes Jackson started to take deep breaths as Heath snorted; "Now I know why I like Holt more," Frankie placed her hands on her mouth gasping as Jackson twitched just like he got shot. Heath shook his head and stormed out; giving Jackson what he wanted…peace, but not that way.

Ever so slowly Jackson made his way to his seat not even bothering to look at Frankie as he placed his head on the window. Resuming his normal bored look on his face as we watched the trees past, Frankie stared at her knees as she waited for him to do something. A few minutes pasted before she heard him say in a quiet voice, "You can go walk around…just try to keep a distance from Heath…he can be a little of a hot head."

She slowly got up nodding at him, "I am sorry about Heath…I am sure he didn't mean it." She tried to cheer him up as he just sat there. She didn't know what to do…he was like a brother…but Heath is his real family. She understood family always had their problems, but they love each other no matter what. She walked away about to enter the other train car, she gave Jackson one more look she saw him writing quite furiously in a journal then waiting a second writing again then looking at as if he was reading it. His tapping made her nervous…something was wrong, but he never wanted help…not even from her.