Chapter 11: Creeped Out
A/N: Sorry don't hate me I had to do it!
I was at Granny's, waiting on breakfast. "Who are you?" I noticed Henry talking to a girl, maybe 20, on the other side of the diner. I didn't recognize the chestnut haired girl, so of course I eavesdropped.
"Umm, my name is Annabelle."
"I'm Henry, when did you get here." Oh poor Henry, no tact whatsoever.
"I have always lived in Storybrooke, but I was just released from the hospital." I looked at her closer, but nothing was ringing a bell. I had no idea who she was…well Fairy Tale Land I had no idea who she was.
I got up from my seat and went over to the young women. "My name is Kathleen, if you need help with anything, just let me know." She smiled warmly at me, but everyone else in the diner was staring at me as if I was turning her into a snail!
I looked up at the clock and covered my mouth as I noticed that Henry was ten minutes late for school.
"Umm Henry's mum, both of them, will skin me alive if they find out I let him be late for school." I started pushing Henry to the door.
"I can walk on my own! Just take her to see your dad." Henry wriggled out of my hands and sprinted out the diner. I rolled my eyes at his request.
What did she have to do with my dad?
-In Creepy Store-"Hey, dad, I have someone her who needs an apartment!"
"Everyone in the town already has an apartment." He called to me from the backroom. "I don't think anyone new comes into the town, honestly don't you have better thi" He stopped talking when he saw Annabelle. The look on his face was a mixture of hurt, and relief. It was a weird to see that kind of look on my dad's face, almost as if he was- NO! NO! I am not going to finish that thought.
Was he at a loss of words?
"Rumple-"
"My name is Mr. Gold!" I gave him a reproachful look for the way he snapped at her. On the outside I was being helpful, when all I wanted to do was go find Henry and get a good look at his book. If she remembered…
"Yes of course, I am so sorry; hello my name is Annabelle French."
I saw the color drain from my dad's face.
"Your mother is Kathleen's English teacher?"
"Umm, I'm sorry, my mother passed away when I was a small child."
My dad glared at me, "What? It's your own fault you didn't know that her mum was dead." I put my hands on my hips.
He continued to glare at me. I chuckled nervously and spoke, inching to the door. "I'm just going to leave you two to business…umm BYE!" I shot out the door and toward the school playground.
I found a bush big enough to cover me from sight, then I started to look for Henry.
"HENRY!" It only took once for him to come and inspect the talking bush.
"Oh Kathleen it's you."
"Don't sound so disappointed. I need to see your book."
"But I don't trust you with it."
"Please just this one time! I need it to see who that girl is. She is involved in some way with my dad."
"Ummmmm, Fine! But only until school is over and then you better give it back."
"Thanks so much Henry! And I will alert you to any new information, promise." He handed over the book and I headed for the creepy shop.
-After five minutes of Annabelle and my dad staring at each other-
"Excuse me, but dad can you let me get through?" He was standing in the way of me getting to the backroom.
"Yes, now Miss. French, you will be wanting the apartment on Dark Castle Street?" I love this town and its ironic street names.
"Ya, that one, I just seem drawn to it." I had to bite back a laugh. In doing so I crashed into a cluttered desk, knocking over the typewriter precariously balance on top of it.
"I'm alright!"
"Is the typewriter?" My dad mocked concern about the typewriter instead of me, I shot him a glare.
"Is everything ok?" Annabelle peered in past the curtain that separated the two rooms.
"Yes, and If you can sign the bottom of the page I will see you tomorrow so we can have a tour." Dad was now staring at the mangled piece machine. I would have laughed at his look of sadness at the now broken typewriter, if it wasn't my fault.
He slowly looked up at me. I smiled weakly, he growled.
"My breakfast at Granny's is probably getting cold so I am gonna have to go." I spoke while backing up slowly and heading to the backdoor. Once I was finished talking I sped out of the store and on my way to Granny's. I had a lot of research to do, and what a better time to it then while my dad held a funeral for the typewriter.
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