Spell Me

The blazing sun beat down upon Bridget's arm. She glanced back over to the car. Typical Drew! Always doing something like this.

" Do you see them yet?" Phil asked from inside the car. Bridget glanced over at her husband. Fuzzy ear mufflers, a green plaid shirt over his brown over-alls. The guy stood like a sore thumb here in LA. She was dressed similar but with a more feminine touch.

" They're fifteen minutes late" Bridget groaned. Typical Drew. The man was either arriving late or leaving early. He always seemed too secretive about everything. He could never be kept still either-No!- the man was always bustling around from one place to another.

Those were just a few of the reasons they never worked out.

" Do you think I should turn the vehicle off?" Phil asked.

Bridget nodded her head. Phil was perhaps the opposite of Drew, and seemed to be more in tuned with Bridget's ways of thinking and living. Granted, Phil didn't have the award winning smile, or shaggy blond hair Drew possessed, but Phil was perfect in his own geeky kind of way.

As Phil was about to turn the keys a black SUV pulled up against the sidewalk. From the driver's side, Drew stepped out in an expensive blazer suit. His hair shaggy blond hair was combed, probably heading over to another important business meeting afterwards. His eyes still held the same richness of green that once brought half the girls at their old high school to their knees.

Drew smiled widely, showing off his pure white teeth. Bridget could only wonder why Drew was so happy. Perhaps it was the job promotion he had received or maybe he was seeing someone. Probably that beautiful brunette actress who was recently spotted having a lunch date with him.

Whatever the reason, Drew was glowing with his happiness, simply glowing. The passenger who stepped from the other side of the vehicle held the opposite. Phil could swear he felt a chill as the teenager stepped out. She had her dad's hair colour and rich green eyes but unfortunately this traits didn't go well  

with her the face shape which was obviously her mother's. Her teeth were clamped over by large metal braces.

Bridget rushed over to girl and brought her in for a bug bear hug.

" Oh, Chloe, My have you grown" Bridget squealed. " Phil and I are so excited to have you in our lives. Our daughters - erm- your sisters can't wait to welcome you. And I just know you are going to love the town of Yormuck"

" Sounds like a beautiful town" Chloe said. Bridget squealed, she just knew her daughter was going to love this town far more than the La la land. Bridget leaped over towards the SUV to help Phil with the luggage.

Only Drew could note the sarcasm in his daughter's voice. He pulled her over a bit from the other two.  

" Are you sure I can't live with Aunt Maggie?" She asked for the tenth time today.

"Kiddo, Maggie isn't exactly prepared to take on an almost sixteen year old girl." Drew replied. Sure visits to his twenty-eight year old sister were fun, but Maggie was perhaps the most irresponsible person he knew. She couldn't even keep a goldfish for more than threes weeks.

"And they are?" Chloe asked. She gestured over to the bumbling adults who were trying to figure how to pick up one of the larger bags.

"It's good for you to spend time with her mother's family for a change" Drew answered.

" Daddy" she pleaded one last time. It wasn't fair! Her dad had to get that stupid promotion, the cruddy thing that ruined her life.

" I promise, Kiddo, it won't be as bad as you think." Her dad gave her his award winning smile. " You'll be sixteen soon, everything will change for the better, trust me"

Chloe looked over towards her mother who was giddily waving for her to get inside the vehicle. With a small smile she hugged her father and headed towards her the tiny car.

" Don't wanna miss my plane" Drew exclaimed. " Bye Kiddo, nice seeing ya Bridget, Bill" He hurried back to his SUV fully unaware he once again called Phil by the wrong name.

Chloe sat there in the cramped backseat, watching her best friend drive out of her life. She had no control over this. No control over where she lived or with. She wished for once she could.

For once she could have a say, for once she could have some power. That's what she desperately needed right now, Power.