Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~25~
It's Thursday evening and as I am lying on my soft comforter, still lumpy from my previous night's sleep, I adjust into my thinking pose. On my back, arms and legs spread comfortably, staring at the ceiling. The Midway State plays softly in my ear and my lights are dimmed.
I have no doubt that it was at Jasper's insistence that Mr. Brady decided to suspend Stanley and Soparlo. With those two girls gone and the entire school apparently knowing it was at Jasper's hand, I have been resolutely left alone these last couple of days.
It's been blissful.
Even Jasper hasn't been bothering me much. But whenever I look to where he is in class, he is always looking right back.
I decisively shake my head. Back on task, Swan.
My thoughts turn to Saturday. Since the first day of spring is next Tuesday, the Cullen's party will be held on Saturday afternoon. It is being catered by a company in Port Angeles called Creative Delights Catering.
I've already taken a look into that.
Luckily for me, it's a simple uniform. Black dress pants, white blouse, black vest over top. The only part I'm not thrilled about is the little bowtie that I will have to wear. I also plan on sporting a blond wig because this is a small town, and I need to get in and out without being recognized.
Especially by Emmett McCarty.
As long as I can get by the security cameras that adorn the front gate to the Cullen Estate, I will hopefully be okay. My goal is to get into the house and scope out Carlisle's office. If I search deep enough, maybe I will find some indication for why he was threatening my mother.
Although I feel nervous over this daring action, I feel a sense of accomplishment too. Finally I will be making progress, hopefully putting an end to some of the incessant questions that plague my mind.
Saturday can't come soon enough.
~SW~
That night, I dream.
Swirling images and bright colors point me towards a brown box, I box I recognize. My field of vision expands and focuses, and I realize the box is amongst my belongings at the top of my closet.
It's my mother's box.
I startle awake, but cannot for the life of me remember what I was dreaming about.