So, this is the new, planned out and remodelled version of Meeting a Muggle. This time, yes, I know where I'm going with it. Chapters from the original version were all deleted.
Now, I'm sort of discouraged writing this, because the thought that there are probably more writers than readers out there keeps hitting me. So please, if you read this, review, because you'll make me so so SO happy. Reviews are greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism even more so. I want your honest opinion about this. What should I change, what should I add, what should I get rid of, what mistakes did I make, if this fan fiction is boring. Plain criticism, however, is unappreciated.
For the confused ones, Damon's name is pronounced DAY-mon, and Kailey's is pronounced KAY-lee. Just in case.
Screw the disclaimer; this is fan fiction. Here's the first chapter.
Chapter One – Home, Bitter Home.
The puddles of water scattered about the grounds outside captured the setting sun, causing it to shine blindingly into Kailey Dowell's honey eyes. She closed the kitchen curtains, shielding her delicate eyes with her arm, and continued gloomily cleaning the dishes with an old, dirty rag. It had rained just the night before. Oh, how she loved the rain – all the while she despised it.
It reminded her of how long it had been since the cold raindrops spattered delightfully on her pale, freckled skin. How long it had been since such pureness dampened her short brown hair, causing it to stick to her soft face. How long it had been since she had stuck her tongue out, just to catch one drop of water. How long it had been since she walked inside her old creaky, dimly lit house with wet dripping from her dirtied white, old-fashioned dress. Oh, how she loved the rain – all the while she despised it.
Behind her, sitting around the circular wooden table, was her father, Damon and her older brothers Alex and Mackenzie.
"Hurry up and finish with the dishes, you dirty rat. I'm hungry." Scowled the impatient Damon. Kailey's attitude towards her family, at most times, was enough to send an adult lion crying home to his mother, but her family was considerably fiercer than a lion, and seeing as her father seemed to be in somewhat of a good mood, she kept her snappiness to herself.
"Yes, Father dear," replied the smiling 14 year-old adolescent mock-sweetly. She sped her dish cleaning up, cleaning and drying as fast as she could, even leaving dirty spots if necessary. Finally having finished and having stored the dishes in the old wooden cupboards, she commenced preparing her family's supper. She peeled bumpy old potatoes, discarding the peel and mashing the potatoes expertly.
"What's taking you so long?" asked Damon, increasingly becoming angry and more impatient. "We've been waiting for nearly 10 minutes! Go faster!"
She tried not to get angry and transferred all the mashed potatoes to a large bowl.
"I said hurry up! How long is this going to take you? We could order pizza in an hour and you wouldn't be done by the time it got here! Faster, or I'll have to punish you!" he said in a raised tone of voice. Kailey could see that his good mood was wearing off quickly. 'No point in being nice to him now,' she thought. She scooped a heaping teaspoon-full of mashed potatoes and tipped the teaspoon over on top of Damon's legs, the small amount of food slipping off to his lap.
"What was that?" he asked, face reddening with anger.
"Your supper," said Kailey coolly, "Now eat up!"
She turned on her heel and headed for the counter, even though she knew what was going to happen.
She felt something tug violently on the bow at the back of her white dress and her frail knees failed to hold her up any longer. She fell backwards, bashing the back of her head on Damon's chair. A piercing pain burst inside Kailey's skull as though her brain was being electrocuted. Damon, however, cared less about Kailey's bruised head than a rock would.
He grabbed a handful of Kailey's messy dark hair and tugged on it. Kailey lifted herself with his hand to reduce the pain as much as possible. He turned her around to face him. He stood up and moved his face closer and closer to hers until their noses were barely an inch apart, still tugging on Kailey's hair. Kailey found herself staring directly into Damon's deep blue eyes. He opened his mouth to talk slowly, releasing a foul-smelling breath. Kailey could tell he'd been smoking. Everything went completely silent aside from Kailey's heavy breathing. She could feel the tension rising up within her, and tried her best to keep controlled.
"Don't fool around with me, little rat," he said in a low, deep voice that buzzed through Kailey's small ears, "Serve me a proper dinner or I'll kill you like I did your mother without hesitation." Kailey glared at him as he released her hair. He used that threat often. Kailey didn't know if he would really do it had she disobeyed, but she, personally, didn't want to find out.
She obediently took out a plate from the cupboards and served her father properly. She cut up a few carrots that she retrieved from the rusty old yellow-turning refrigerator and reheated some leftover chicken, dropping the meat and vegetables in his plate. She repeated the process twice for her brothers' meals. She carried the three food-filled plates to the table and placed each before a different family member.
Returning to the counter to clean the mess she had made, she heard one of her brothers scream girlishly, and commotion revolving around the kitchen table was triggered. Kailey paused, feeling panic in her stomach, knowing from that moment that she was in trouble. Big trouble.