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A/N: You can find the preview of Twilight on Megs official site, , under about Meg, then go under her Diary. Go under Archives and then to February 2004. It's past the middle, but not the very end. It's also in bold print. The preview will be in a later chapter, maybe the next one, but I doubt this one... but it might be because I write a/n's before I write the chapter! Anyway I'll spare you the pain of me going on about my life and how I hate science. So here's chapter four.
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"Fine," I sighed. We shook hands. "It's a deal."
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Jake picked me up from Cee Cee's the next morning. I was still working on my license. But Brad hadn't (did he?) gotten his yet either, so I wasn't embarrassed. But he would have his license soon, and I still had a month or so before I could even take the test. So, because none of us drive yet, (even if Brad does he doesn't anymore) and Jake goes to college, my mom would drop us off before she went to work. Jake took me home from Cee Cee's, whereupon my mother forced me to go shopping with her. I don't like malls. Especially when we're in one for four hours.
Now, at sleepovers you never get any sleep. So I had only had about four hours of sleep. Running on four hours of sleep, doing something you hate, isn't that fun. So by the time my mother was ready to take me home I was cranky and tired.
"Honey," my mom said after I had yelled at her, "if you didn't want to go shopping you could of just said."
"Mother,"
"Don't call me that!" My mother has recently objected to being called mother. It was mom. She said that the word mother made her feel old. She liked being called mom.
"Mom, sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just tired. I should go take a nap." So my mom and I left with her carrying two shopping bags, one that had a new shirt in it. The other one carried shoes for her.
I got home and stumbled up to my room and collapsed on my bed. I was dead tired. Cee and I hadn't gone to sleep until five-thirty. Then we were forced to get up at nine so Jake could pick me up before he left to go back to college. He had just finished his spring break and was heading back out to get to college at noon or so.
Jesse was sitting on the window seat, reading my science book. He waved the book in my face, "This book is very informative, except it doesn't believe in ghosts."
I made a face. "Yeah, if it can't be proven science rejects it. Like me, science rejects me."
"You don't like science?"
"No, it's a waste of my time."
"So..."
I interrupted Jesse. "Jesse, look, I'm dead tired. I have to take a nap. I'll talk to you later okay?" Jesse peered at me worriedly. I hadn't told him about Paul. That had slipped my mind. I would also have to tell him that it wouldn't work, us I mean. Cee Cee and Adam should so be together, but I can't doom Jesse to the half-life that he would have. So I'd tell Cee Cee that I was still together with Jesse, while having him move on. I mean what would he think if one day, he popped up in front of me to find a decrepit old woman instead of a young, vibrant Susannah Simon?
"Are you sick, querida?"
"No, Jesse," I said, smiling in spite myself. "I'm not sick, just tired."
"From what?"
"I slept over Cee Cee's house, remember Jesse?"
"Ah, yes. But why are you tired from sleeping over there? It was a sleepover right?"
"Yes, but at sleepovers you don't sleep over at someone's house. You're usually awake half the night. Cee Cee and I were up till five- thirty, and then got up at nine."
"Then why," Jesse wanted to know, "Do people call it a sleepover? Why not an awakeover?"
"Because, Jesse, just because." I fell asleep with those last words, and before I slipped into the deepest state of sleep I'm sure I heard a, "Sleep well, querida." and felt a kiss on the forehead. I smiled and slipped off the coast of awareness.
I woke up late that night to the telephone ringing. It was my phone line, well it was my brothers also, but they don't count. I wondered who would call at; I looked at my clock, midnight. It was exactly midnight according to the second counter thing that my clock has. The seconds ticked by. The phone rang again. I picked it up before the whole house woke up. My eyelids drooped as I picked up the phone.
"SUSANNAH?" a voice yelled in my ear. It sounded like... Father Dom?
"Father Dom?" I asked.
"Susannah, the rectory is on fire! A ghost set it. Susannah, I'm in my office right now, a mad ghost is out to get me! She knew I saw it set the fire. Susannah, get down here..."
"What?" I screamed. "Stop babbling, I'll be down there ASAP." I sounded calm, but inside I was freaking out. As I tried to calm Father D down I pulled on pants. "Father D? I'm coming down there right now, okay?" But I heard a crash and a scream. Then another voice came. Paul's.
"Suze?" was all he said. Then he hung up.
The dial tone rang in my ears. Suddenly my door crashed open and David ran into my room, with my mom trailing behind him. "Fire at Mission." I gasped out before I dived for the steps. I realized that my nightshirt was still on. I ignored the fact that it had a hole or two, well maybe three, or four, and raced out of the house.
My mom must have told Andy because he ran out after me and said, "Let's take the car." He unlocked it, and not waited for anyone else we drove out.
When we were half way to the mission, Andy said, "Shoot," he didn't like cussing in front of his kids, giving them bad ideas, "We should of just called 911."
"I'm sure Father Dom did." I said, though I wasn't sure. He would of called me, not expecting to be attacked.
Andy handed me his cell phone, "Call." He said. I called.
A/N: You can find the preview of Twilight on Megs official site, , under about Meg, then go under her Diary. Go under Archives and then to February 2004. It's past the middle, but not the very end. It's also in bold print. The preview will be in a later chapter, maybe the next one, but I doubt this one... but it might be because I write a/n's before I write the chapter! Anyway I'll spare you the pain of me going on about my life and how I hate science. So here's chapter four.
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"Fine," I sighed. We shook hands. "It's a deal."
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Jake picked me up from Cee Cee's the next morning. I was still working on my license. But Brad hadn't (did he?) gotten his yet either, so I wasn't embarrassed. But he would have his license soon, and I still had a month or so before I could even take the test. So, because none of us drive yet, (even if Brad does he doesn't anymore) and Jake goes to college, my mom would drop us off before she went to work. Jake took me home from Cee Cee's, whereupon my mother forced me to go shopping with her. I don't like malls. Especially when we're in one for four hours.
Now, at sleepovers you never get any sleep. So I had only had about four hours of sleep. Running on four hours of sleep, doing something you hate, isn't that fun. So by the time my mother was ready to take me home I was cranky and tired.
"Honey," my mom said after I had yelled at her, "if you didn't want to go shopping you could of just said."
"Mother,"
"Don't call me that!" My mother has recently objected to being called mother. It was mom. She said that the word mother made her feel old. She liked being called mom.
"Mom, sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just tired. I should go take a nap." So my mom and I left with her carrying two shopping bags, one that had a new shirt in it. The other one carried shoes for her.
I got home and stumbled up to my room and collapsed on my bed. I was dead tired. Cee and I hadn't gone to sleep until five-thirty. Then we were forced to get up at nine so Jake could pick me up before he left to go back to college. He had just finished his spring break and was heading back out to get to college at noon or so.
Jesse was sitting on the window seat, reading my science book. He waved the book in my face, "This book is very informative, except it doesn't believe in ghosts."
I made a face. "Yeah, if it can't be proven science rejects it. Like me, science rejects me."
"You don't like science?"
"No, it's a waste of my time."
"So..."
I interrupted Jesse. "Jesse, look, I'm dead tired. I have to take a nap. I'll talk to you later okay?" Jesse peered at me worriedly. I hadn't told him about Paul. That had slipped my mind. I would also have to tell him that it wouldn't work, us I mean. Cee Cee and Adam should so be together, but I can't doom Jesse to the half-life that he would have. So I'd tell Cee Cee that I was still together with Jesse, while having him move on. I mean what would he think if one day, he popped up in front of me to find a decrepit old woman instead of a young, vibrant Susannah Simon?
"Are you sick, querida?"
"No, Jesse," I said, smiling in spite myself. "I'm not sick, just tired."
"From what?"
"I slept over Cee Cee's house, remember Jesse?"
"Ah, yes. But why are you tired from sleeping over there? It was a sleepover right?"
"Yes, but at sleepovers you don't sleep over at someone's house. You're usually awake half the night. Cee Cee and I were up till five- thirty, and then got up at nine."
"Then why," Jesse wanted to know, "Do people call it a sleepover? Why not an awakeover?"
"Because, Jesse, just because." I fell asleep with those last words, and before I slipped into the deepest state of sleep I'm sure I heard a, "Sleep well, querida." and felt a kiss on the forehead. I smiled and slipped off the coast of awareness.
I woke up late that night to the telephone ringing. It was my phone line, well it was my brothers also, but they don't count. I wondered who would call at; I looked at my clock, midnight. It was exactly midnight according to the second counter thing that my clock has. The seconds ticked by. The phone rang again. I picked it up before the whole house woke up. My eyelids drooped as I picked up the phone.
"SUSANNAH?" a voice yelled in my ear. It sounded like... Father Dom?
"Father Dom?" I asked.
"Susannah, the rectory is on fire! A ghost set it. Susannah, I'm in my office right now, a mad ghost is out to get me! She knew I saw it set the fire. Susannah, get down here..."
"What?" I screamed. "Stop babbling, I'll be down there ASAP." I sounded calm, but inside I was freaking out. As I tried to calm Father D down I pulled on pants. "Father D? I'm coming down there right now, okay?" But I heard a crash and a scream. Then another voice came. Paul's.
"Suze?" was all he said. Then he hung up.
The dial tone rang in my ears. Suddenly my door crashed open and David ran into my room, with my mom trailing behind him. "Fire at Mission." I gasped out before I dived for the steps. I realized that my nightshirt was still on. I ignored the fact that it had a hole or two, well maybe three, or four, and raced out of the house.
My mom must have told Andy because he ran out after me and said, "Let's take the car." He unlocked it, and not waited for anyone else we drove out.
When we were half way to the mission, Andy said, "Shoot," he didn't like cussing in front of his kids, giving them bad ideas, "We should of just called 911."
"I'm sure Father Dom did." I said, though I wasn't sure. He would of called me, not expecting to be attacked.
Andy handed me his cell phone, "Call." He said. I called.