And yet another edited chapter. I've created a little more depth to Daisy and I'll be fixing some more stuff later on in this story so if anything doesn't fit, just let me know in a review and I'll probably try to get around to it soon:)
Chapter Two - "Stalking" Henry McClellan
My name is Daisy DeGroot. Twenty one year old no-longer-starving artist and high school dropout with a love life at zero.
I peered out the window of my kitchen again, curiously. Henry McClellan: cute resident Professor at the University closest to where we lived was my next door neighbor. Young and apparently well established already. Huh, now if only I was a gold digger and hadn't just gotten out of a really crappy relationship.
I still enjoyed myself some mornings watching him go out to his car. It was late evening, so no chance, about ten p.m. I did this a lot from the kitchen's window. Maybe a little stalker-ish, but it wasn't like he was gonna complain when he couldn't see me from behind the ancient, tacky drapes and dusty blinds.
"Mmm mmm," I said, sipping tea from my mug. "What type of woman are you into, Mr. McClellan? Or man?" Then I laughed at myself, shaking my head. "Little too soon for you to be thinking about dating again, don't you think Daisy?"
I sighed and dumped the rest out into the sink. I'd been living with my boyfriend, rather, my fiance, at his apartment...and...well...let's just say that I saw us together while he saw himself with someone else. And then, one day, I saw him with someone else too.
It had taken me a few minutes to gather up my brushes, canvases, sketch books, charcoals, and the few, grungy clothes I had at his place and stuff them into a box and some bags, while he hopped around with his pants around his ankles, trying to explain. Explain? What needed to be explained when he had such a gorgeous explanation right there in our bed?
I had sort of wandered around in my car after that; sleeping in parking lots, eating whatever I could buy with scavenged change, and finally just roaming and sleeping on benches when my car was towed. My parents died when I was a kid and I'd spent most of my teen years in foster care, so now I had no place to go. I had one biological Uncle, a lawyer that really didn't want to have anything to do with me.
After a while, I decided to find out about the remainder of my family. I sought my Uncle out and he gave me twenty bucks to get out of his office. After a few minutes, I managed to convince him I just wanted to know about the rest of the family, and I wasn't trying to come home and live with him or anything. (He's a real jerk.) He finally told me I had one living Grandmother named Sherrie. I'd forgotten all about Grandma Sherrie. The only thing I remembered about her by then was that she'd given me a Barbie one Christmas when I was like, five or six. I'd thought she was dead. He said she was in a nursing home. (Because he didn't want to take care of her.)
I sought out my Grandmother. After a few months of visiting her at the nursing home, I found that she was still pretty aware. I fell in love with her personality after a while; she was an old fashioned, but caring type of person. She wanted me to call her 'Nana.'
I convinced my Uncle to let me take care of her. If he could loan me some money, I would live with Sherrie, get a job, have a nurse come over to watch her when I wasn't home, and pay him back eventually. After a lot of signing, he finally agreed.
Nana had white, white hair, and spent most of her time talking to God (out loud) or reading the Bible or novels. She liked newspaper articles too, and she had this old album that she would paste some into - ones that she saw as important or interesting. We would play checkers most evenings.
"Daisy are you talking to yourself again?" Nana's rusty little voice found me in the kitchen. I smiled to myself, the world outside the window growing lighter. I sighed. At 9:30 the next morning, I had to go and open at the Quizno's restaurant where I worked. Then at 3:00 I would be off to my second job. See, I have to work two jobs to keep this place and to be able to take care of Nana and pay my Uncle back on time.
"Yeah Nana." I said, putting my mug down and walking over to her. "You know I'm crazy." I scratched at my hair which I keep short since it's kind of thick and just sort of sticks out everywhere anyway, no matter what I do. It's brown and plain, and so is my face.( I hate my freckles! ) Nana says I have nice eyes. They're very blue and I got them from her side of the family, I think. My mother had them too, I can remember.
"Nana, do you want to play some checkers before turning in?" I asked her, smiling and pulling out the tired old cardboard box that held our beloved past time.
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