Two nights later, I couldnt sleep. Some belief that Nami would come to visit me again kept creeping into my conscience, nagging at me. My father was working midnight shift, and the move-in caretaker that had began to live with us named Daniella had most likely passed out on the couch in the living room by now. My hopes were high.
The shower turned on, the water rushing through the old pipes giving off a dull roar. I ignored it, thinking it was probably Daniella, staring at the French windows. Come on come on Nami, please show up! I thought wildly, my heart pumping in my chest. There
"Breakfaaaaaast!" Dad called from the doorway of my room, parading in with a silver food tray in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. I sighed in irritation at his random outburst from the confines of my bed. Dad's green eyes--eyes just like mine--were bright with the prospect of me being here.
I can't believe it's really been five years since I saw my Dad. Since then, wrinkles have gathered by his joyful eyes, his chestnut hair streaked liberally with grey. He smiled down at me, clearly thinking something along the lines of what I was thinking.
"You've grown up so much, Lily. You look just like your
In the darkness of the chilly winter night, the run-down Victorian two-story made a frightening impression on me. I felt like a little kid again, and it was Halloween and I was trick-or-treating with Mom and Dad.
Except then, they weren't divorced and I wasn't ill and confined to a wheelchair.
"It has a...nice feel to it, doesn't it, Lily?" Mom's narrowed hazel eyes stared at the house calculatingly. "Definetly a fixer-upper. Let's go inside, eh?"
"Do I have to? Mom, can't we just go back to L.A?" I whined.
"Lily," My mother's sharp eyes were narrowed on me now. "The smog was bad on your lungs. Maine's a n
A Diru Christmas...In June. by octoberfiction, literature
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A Diru Christmas...In June.
"I cannot believe I agreed to this." Kaoru sighed as he tugged on the black Santa Claus boots. Kyo scowled at him from beneath his bleach-blonde hair, standing a few feet away.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the fucking ELF!" Kyo cast a disparaging look into his reflection cast on the store front window, gesturing disdainfully at the green-and-red elf costume complete with fake ears he had put on. Toshiya laughed gleefully.
"This is the best bet I've ever won," he said to Shinya, who was tugging at the frilly red skirt he had just donned. Shinya shrugged as he smiled, then asked, "Wait.
Two nights later, I couldnt sleep. Some belief that Nami would come to visit me again kept creeping into my conscience, nagging at me. My father was working midnight shift, and the move-in caretaker that had began to live with us named Daniella had most likely passed out on the couch in the living room by now. My hopes were high.
The shower turned on, the water rushing through the old pipes giving off a dull roar. I ignored it, thinking it was probably Daniella, staring at the French windows. Come on come on Nami, please show up! I thought wildly, my heart pumping in my chest. There
"Breakfaaaaaast!" Dad called from the doorway of my room, parading in with a silver food tray in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. I sighed in irritation at his random outburst from the confines of my bed. Dad's green eyes--eyes just like mine--were bright with the prospect of me being here.
I can't believe it's really been five years since I saw my Dad. Since then, wrinkles have gathered by his joyful eyes, his chestnut hair streaked liberally with grey. He smiled down at me, clearly thinking something along the lines of what I was thinking.
"You've grown up so much, Lily. You look just like your
In the darkness of the chilly winter night, the run-down Victorian two-story made a frightening impression on me. I felt like a little kid again, and it was Halloween and I was trick-or-treating with Mom and Dad.
Except then, they weren't divorced and I wasn't ill and confined to a wheelchair.
"It has a...nice feel to it, doesn't it, Lily?" Mom's narrowed hazel eyes stared at the house calculatingly. "Definetly a fixer-upper. Let's go inside, eh?"
"Do I have to? Mom, can't we just go back to L.A?" I whined.
"Lily," My mother's sharp eyes were narrowed on me now. "The smog was bad on your lungs. Maine's a n
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