Hear Me Out

Chap. 2

"Darlin' we gotta go to Vermont." My grandma said.

"Why?" I scowled.

She sighed. Her eerie silence made my stress level rise; that only meant something horrible happened, and it included my parents—who were vacationing in Vermont.

"Did Mama call you?" I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor, doing my homework.

Grandma shook her head.

"Grandma. What. Happened?" I said more urgently.

She just whispered, but I heard her words loud and clear, "Skiing accident..."

All of a sudden, someone knocked on my door, pulling me away from my dream—or memory. I tried to ignore it, but the person went in anyway.

"Skye." Aunt Joce, "Honey, I know you're awake. Believe me, I used to do the same thing when I was your age." She confessed.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Okay. Fine, you caught me."

I opened my eyes, and she was standing over me with her arms crossed and a smile across her face, "C'mon Sleepy Head. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. It's eggs, bacon and toast."

"I know. I smelled it all the way up here." I chuckled.

Aunt Joce left my room, and I stretched in my bed, pulling a starfish move. The sun was shining through my window, peaking between the blinds. I got up and opened them all the way. The rays hit me hard. I looked outside, and there were only a few people outside. Although the sun was out, it was still technically winter.

I'm in for a weird day.

I cleaned myself up and got out of my PJ's. After a few minutes, I went downstairs but the descend took longer than what I meant it to. There were pictures on the way of the case, and it distracted me. Pictures of me and Fabien, wedding photos of Aunt Joce and Uncle Vic; two men that looked rather familiar, and last but not least, pictures of my parents were hung in a diagonal position to match the stairs.

Wow.

I got off the last step and headed straight to the kitchen. As I crossed the threshold, the wooden cabinets and clean floor came into sight. It wasn't as big as I expected, though it was a little fancier. The island smacked down in the middle of it had the stove in the center. Against the walls were the cabinets and drawers. Complete with a two door oven and a Whirlpool fridge, this kitchen would make my friend, Elijah, drool a river.

The windows took up the entire back wall giving whoever was eating there a good view of the backyard. The dining table was right there, soaking up the morning light.

"She's alive!" Fabien exclaimed with his mouth full. He was already at the table, eating what came in sight.

"Shush." I rolled my eyes. Pulling out the chair closest to him, I began to load my empty plate with food. I never realized how hungry I was.

"So kids..." Aunt Joce giggled, sitting next to Uncle Vic, "Since you guys will be starting school on Monday, I thought it'd be fun to go shopping!" She smiled then looked at me while I ate a mouthful of scrambled egg, "Skye?"

I choked on my food from the sudden attention, "Uhm, why?" I asked after drinking some orange juice, "Not that I'm not grateful but..." My sentence trailed.

"Well, to buy some clothes for you?" She suddenly looked nervous telling me.

"Aunt Joce, well, I already have clothes to wear. Most are brand new as well. Mom and Dad had managed to buy a few clothing items for me and Fabien before..." I blinked the upcoming tears away as Fabien patted my shoulder.