and the ever approaching Homecoming dance? I made up my mind to ask Leo if he would mention the subject
to Will first thing tomorrow morning.
I texted Emmy again, reassuring her.
I’m sure he’ll ask soon
he’s probably just nervous
I tossed my phone on the bed, along with all my strewn homework, as I heard the sounds of my mom coming in through the back door. Thank God , I thought. Something else to distract my over-stimulated and confused mind.
“Becca, I’m home. I’m going to start dinner. You hungry?” she called out.
I walked out of my room at the sound of my mom’s voice, then moved to the top of the staircase where I could see my mom standing below.
“Yeah. I had a snack, but other than that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Good, I’m making spaghetti. Sound good?”
“Yep, sounds delicious. I’ll be down in just a minute,” I called to her.
My dad arrived home, shortly after we had started boiling the noodles, and announced that he’d had a crazy day. He’s not the only one , I thought. It’s almost deer season, and this time of year is always busier for him that the rest. Being a Conservation Officer with the DNR always has had its ups and downs, but the craziness of the overly anxious hunters just before deer season had always taken its toll on my dad.
The three of us ate dinner together at the kitchen table while we took turns volunteering bits about each of our days. My mother volunteered some of my day, however; the part that involved Leo asking me to Homecoming, of course, and my dad just rolled his eyes in response.
We all finished eating, and I helped my mom load the dishwasher while my dad made his way to the living room, turned on the TV, and clicked the remote till he found a football game. I could hear the fifty clicks of the remote and the cheering of fans floating down the hall into the kitchen.
Once the kitchen was free of clutter, splattered spaghetti sauce, and our dishes cleared, I headed back upstairs to my room so I could finish the last of my school work that needed completed for tomorrow. I found it strange, I was thinking while climbing the stairs to my room, that my mom had only asked me once this evening about how I was recovering from my fall and fainting spell this morning. Maybe I appeared to be fine, and so she just assumed everything that had caused the dizzy spell had simply passed. Maybe she knew more than she had been letting on and could explain why I’d had visions of Zoey. No, that couldn’t be true, I thought.
If only she really did know how much more there was to the incident, and for that matter, the rest of this peculiar day. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about the sudden turns in my life. I had always wanted to be different --- for my life to be different --- but I never realized how hard it would be if I never had anyone to share all of that different with.
I quickly finished all my homework and tried exceptionally hard to put the visions, and also the figure I’d seen, out of my mind. Time had passed rapidly while I was working, and by this point in the evening it was nearing ten o’clock.
I felt the exhaustion hit me full force from the long day of unusual and baffling events, so I packed up my school things, took a shower, then got myself into bed at a somewhat decent hour.
to Will first thing tomorrow morning.
I texted Emmy again, reassuring her.
I’m sure he’ll ask soon
he’s probably just nervous
I tossed my phone on the bed, along with all my strewn homework, as I heard the sounds of my mom coming in through the back door. Thank God , I thought. Something else to distract my over-stimulated and confused mind.
“Becca, I’m home. I’m going to start dinner. You hungry?” she called out.
I walked out of my room at the sound of my mom’s voice, then moved to the top of the staircase where I could see my mom standing below.
“Yeah. I had a snack, but other than that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I’m starving.”
“Good, I’m making spaghetti. Sound good?”
“Yep, sounds delicious. I’ll be down in just a minute,” I called to her.
My dad arrived home, shortly after we had started boiling the noodles, and announced that he’d had a crazy day. He’s not the only one , I thought. It’s almost deer season, and this time of year is always busier for him that the rest. Being a Conservation Officer with the DNR always has had its ups and downs, but the craziness of the overly anxious hunters just before deer season had always taken its toll on my dad.
The three of us ate dinner together at the kitchen table while we took turns volunteering bits about each of our days. My mother volunteered some of my day, however; the part that involved Leo asking me to Homecoming, of course, and my dad just rolled his eyes in response.
We all finished eating, and I helped my mom load the dishwasher while my dad made his way to the living room, turned on the TV, and clicked the remote till he found a football game. I could hear the fifty clicks of the remote and the cheering of fans floating down the hall into the kitchen.
Once the kitchen was free of clutter, splattered spaghetti sauce, and our dishes cleared, I headed back upstairs to my room so I could finish the last of my school work that needed completed for tomorrow. I found it strange, I was thinking while climbing the stairs to my room, that my mom had only asked me once this evening about how I was recovering from my fall and fainting spell this morning. Maybe I appeared to be fine, and so she just assumed everything that had caused the dizzy spell had simply passed. Maybe she knew more than she had been letting on and could explain why I’d had visions of Zoey. No, that couldn’t be true, I thought.
If only she really did know how much more there was to the incident, and for that matter, the rest of this peculiar day. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about the sudden turns in my life. I had always wanted to be different --- for my life to be different --- but I never realized how hard it would be if I never had anyone to share all of that different with.
I quickly finished all my homework and tried exceptionally hard to put the visions, and also the figure I’d seen, out of my mind. Time had passed rapidly while I was working, and by this point in the evening it was nearing ten o’clock.
I felt the exhaustion hit me full force from the long day of unusual and baffling events, so I packed up my school things, took a shower, then got myself into bed at a somewhat decent hour.
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