Chapter one: Curiosity
I was doing my homework in the dining room eating peanuts, on a Thursday night. My mother busted through the door.
“Don’t come back!” She yelled at someone outside.
My mother was a really sweet person she was very trustworthy, and she was one of those people that could tell when you were lying by just one look at you.
Which that is definitely a trait you need when you are a mother or father. She had short, straight red hair, and blue eyes.
“Hey mom.” I said when she walked through the door.
“Those kids toilet papered our house again. Hey what are you doing up so late?”
“Homework.”
“Want a soda?” she asked me.
“No thanks” I replied.
“What’s wrong hunny?” she asked.
“When is dad going to be home?”
My dad went to Iraq 4 months ago he’s been writing like crazy and I get to video chat with him every other Monday but I still miss him alot. I wanted to spend more time with him before he left for war but it was all just so sudden.
“I don’t know yet sweetie I miss him too."
She held out her arms for me to hug her. She always made me feel better. She hung on to me for a minute or two. I was running out of breath. I started breathing heavily and wheezing.
“Mom.” She let go and looked at me.
I was holding my throat.
“Are you ok?!?” My mom asked frightened.
She ran upstairs got my inhaler, and then ran back down stairs to where I was. She immediately squirted it in my mouth. It wasn’t working. So she ran to the phone and dialed 911.
“Help there’s something wrong with my daughter she can’t breathe.”
“Ok were on our way.”
They were there in about 2 minutes. I fell to the ground unconscious. The last thing I remember was my mom saying she’s over here. Then she called the babysitter to stay at the house and make sure Patrick didn’t wake up.
When I woke up I was in a gurney in the ambulance truck.
“You’re awake. They don’t know what happened they think you may have had an allergic reaction to something.”
I rubbed my head.
“I saw you eating something when I came through the door.” I very faintly said.
“Peanuts.”
“No it can’t be peanuts because you ate them when you were little and nothing bad ever happened before.”
“Actually you can be allergic to something even if you weren’t when you were little.” One of the doctors said.
“Really?” My mom asked.
“It’s probably that but we should still make sure.” One doctor said.
We were at the hospital in a few minutes. When we got there, they opened the doors in the back of the truck. Two of the doctors wheeled me out of the truck, and then pushed me into the emergency room. They ran past the front desk. The doctors told the people at the front desk that I had an allergic reaction to something.
“She ate some peanuts then 5 minutes later she said she couldn’t breathe.” My mom said.
“Alright come this way." One of the doctors said.
They pushed me into a room. They gave me a shot I cringed a little though when I saw it go into my arm because I’m kind of scared of needles. After a few seconds I could breathe.
“Thank you.” I said.
“Yes thank you very much Dr. Knightly. Oh my gosh James Knightly? It’s a pleasure to see you again.” My mom said.
“Hi Karen?”
“Yes hi! Abigail this is my high school classmate he was the only person who wanted to be friends with someone that had braces and Big glasses.”
They both laughed.
“So this is your daughter? She’s so pretty. Nice to meet you Abigail.” He said shaking my hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
He was a white man in beginning 30s, he was scruffy on his cheeks, and he had brown eyes and black hair.
“This is my son.” James said.
He walked over to where I was and stood over me.
“Hi nice to meet you” My mom said shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you too. He said politely” He looked down at me and smiled.
Ahhhhhh!! I thought. I’m wearing my pajamas with hello kitty on them.
In a way though I didn’t care, I thought as I gazed into his beautiful eyes. Everything was perfect about him his blue eyes, his lips, his wavy blonde hair, his nose. I looked at his shirt it had cars slamming together. Awesome!! I thought to myself.
“Hunny??” My mom said.
“HUH?” I asked my mom.
“He asked if you were ok and you’re just sitting there staring at him like a crazy person.” She whispered.
“Oh sorry yeah I’m perfect.” I said blushing I felt stupid because I got mesmerized in his handsomeness.
Is that a word?
Who cares it should be a word especially made for him. He made me want to have a heart attack or a stroke just so I could go to the hospital and stay there for a while. Just so I could see his beautiful face again.
“Hunny say hello to the man.” my mom said.
I was really happy that she said something, because I wanted to talk to him but I didn’t want my mom to think I was flirting.
“Hello.” I said. Giving an enormous smile.
“Hi.” He said chuckling.
He smiled at me. I sat up and shook his hand.
“My name is Abigail.” I said smiling.
“My name is Dan.”
“Cool name.” I said smiling.
Cool name how could I say that there are like 4 Dans just in my class at school it’s such a plain name normally but it really suits him.
I actually have a really cute name too.
He could call me Abby or Gale. Either one would be cute I would love to be called something special by a boy. I just sat there smiling at him every few minutes. There was nothing else better to look at than him. My mom talked with James for a while. Said goodbye to him and Dan then eventually she asked.
“Alright hunny you ready to go?”
“Yeah.” I answered.
I got off of the gurney and started walking with my mom.
“Bye.” He said to me.
“Bye.” I replied with a smile. I got in the car and we went home.
My mom walked inside the house beside me.
When we got in Patrick was awake. Patrick is my little brother he is 6 years younger than me. He has brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair. He is kind of skinny and short for his age, and his ears stick out which is really cute.
“Abigail are you ok?”
I was surprised that he was awake and real surprised that he was happy to see me alright.I can’t really explain how he is but some of his traits are pranky, Hyper, and I guess a new trait for him is considerate. I never saw him to be a considerate person before, meaning that if I ever missed the bus he would laugh at me, if one of my favorite shows was cancelled he would laugh and point so I guess you can see why I was surprised that he even cared to see if I was ok.
“Yeah I’m fine.” I said accepting his request for a hug.
He looked like he was going to cry.
I thought at first it was a joke. Like he might wipe a booger on me or smear chocolate on my brand new Pajamas. Then I realized after a few seconds that he wasn’t joking. I bent over so he could kiss me with his slobbery lips on my cheek.
“Aww” my mom said while taking pictures of the moment.
“Abigail can you tuck me in?”
“Sure” I said smiling.
I went upstairs and into Patrick’s bedroom. I sat on the edge of his bed and he laid down. I grabbed his checkered blanket and covered him up with it.
“I love you Abigail.” He said starting to close his eyes.
“I love you too” I said.
I leaned over and I closed my eyes and kissed him on the cheek and when I opened my eyes he was awake and his eyes were bugged out.
“BLEHH!!!!” He yelled in my face.
“Ahhhh.” I knew there was something you had up your sleeve.”
He laughed hysterically kicking his legs up in the air. I chuckled a little, told him to go to sleep then after he turned over and closed his eyes I turned the light off. I went down stairs and my mom was grinning at me.
“Why are you making that face?” I asked confused.
“There is someone to see you.”