My cat tumbled across the rug floor, hearing the sound as her collar jingled. I rolled my eyes and covered my sore head against the soft white pillow. The room felt as if it was spinning in a circle; my headache just couldn't disappear. I could hear the soft footsteps of my mom walking closer to my room. She then slowly opened the door, light entering my dark hazy room.
"Isabell, how are you feeling?"
I sunk deeper into my pillow.
"Fine, mom." I said.
"Well try and get some sleep. Did you hear about the hurricane warnings?" she asked.
I turned myself towards her. Hurricane warnings?
"No, there's a hurricane warning?"
"Yeah, it's all over the news. It's supposed to be pretty bad, I've heard. So just stay inside, Okay dear? I believe you'll be missing school tomorrow."
My eyes widened.
"Really? Cool," I said.
"Okay Bell, get some rest."
I nodded and closed my eyes, turning the other way. In a blink of the eye, it was morning. I opened my eyes slowly, awaken from the loud crashing of trees and tapping of hail or rain? I wasn't sure. I sat up from my white fluffy bed and got up carefully. I walked over to my mirror and looked at my face. Ew. I was covered in pimples as most teenagers were, and my hair was a rats nest.
I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my hair up into a loose pony tail and walked out of my room. Walking down my stairs, I could smell the delicious aroma of eggs and bacon being cooked. I hurried into the kitchen to see the tasty food being cooked on the stove, along with my dad smiling at me.
"Morning, Bell." My dad said as he flipped the bacon, making them sizzle. "How'd you sleep?"
I shrugged and pulled out a chair from the kitchen table.
"Alright I guess." I said as I sat down. "You?"
"Wasn't the best sleep of my life, I would say. The rain kept waking me up." He replied. "Lucky us, getting to stay home and all. I never get days off work, but the snow is so bad! You can even walk a foot out the door!"
I walked over to the window to see how much snow there was. Yikes. Snow was piling all over our driveway, covering the bushes and the grass. Our car was halfway drowned in snow.
"Jesus." I said, astonished from all the snow. "No wonder we have no school."
I walked back over to the kitchen, seeing my dad as he plopped three plates of food on the table. I smiled and grabbed a fork, digging into the pile of scrambled eggs. It was warm, salty goodness. My dad made the best meals.
"How is it?" He asked, beginning to dig into his plate of food.
"Good, like always." I said.
"Your mom won't be up any time soon, huh. I'll just leave her plate in the fridge." My dad said as he sat up and carried the extra plate of food over to the fridge.
I took a deep breath. "So, when's the next time we're going to visit Garrett?" I asked, taking another bite.
It was silent. My dad slowly closed the fridge door and just stood there. I took a gulp and looked down, waiting for a response. I nervously tapped my chair with my finger tips as it got even more quiet.
"It's been a while." I said, setting my fork down on the table and leaning back in my chair.
My dad sighed.
"Honey," he mumbled. "I don't know.. yeah. I- I don't know, Isabell. I don't know if your mom can take that right now, okay?"
I sighed and stared down at my feet. "I miss him."
"I know you do. We all do, Isa. But he's gone, okay? We can't change that." My dad said, resting his hand on my shoulder. "We can visit your brother at the cemetery soon, but it's snowing right now. Maybe in a few weeks."
I nodded. He then proceeded to grab his unfinished plate off the table and placed it in the fridge. He looked down and stood there, closing his eyes.
"I'm going to go back to sleep, dear." He said, walking out of the kitchen and upstairs.
"Whatever." I mumbled, shoving my plate forward. I crossed my arms angrily and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving my plate full of food left out on the dining room table.
