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Grace opened her eyes as the sun streamed in threw a gap in the curtains. She pushed her purple duvet cover off her petite figure, and placed her feet in her slippers that had penguins on them. She could smell cooking from the kitchen, and Grace's stomach growled in hunger.
She glanced at the clock, to see that it was a quarter past ten, late for Grace. Then again, she had gone to bed rather late last night, too. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the balcony with Jared, exhausted. She vaguely wondered how she reached her bed, and if she sleep-walked, but wasn't bothered enough to figure out.
She walked over to her wardrobe, where she reached for a plain white t-shirt and purple skirt -- having to stand on a stool and the tips of her toes to reach them. She hated being small, and even though her mother promised she would get bigger with time, Grace was starting to doubt her. She hadn't noticed a change in her height since she was three. Her teacher had told her that you grow overnight, and so as an experiment, she checked her height two days in a row. But she didn't see any difference.
She quickly got changed, before heading downstairs and to the kitchen, where the smell of something cooking was overwhelming. She saw her father, Frank, sitting down at the kitchen table, eating a fry-up. He had a glass of milk, too, which he took a gulp from every now and again.
He turned around as Grace entered. "Hey, baby squirrel!" he said to her, one of the many nicknames he called Grace. He opened his arms for her to hug him, and she shuffled over like a zombie, before jumping into his arms. Her mother was cooking some more sausages, and the room was still messy from last night - A banner fell from the wall, saying, "We miss you, we love you, we'll never forget you." Some wrappers from random sweets given to entertain the kids fell around the place. The sink was filled with dishes. And this was after Juliette had cleaned up.
Grace still didn't understand while most of the people who came to the anniversary thought of it as a celebration. She knew her parents didn't, anyway. The only reason they did it was because of Juliette's sister, and Grace's aunt, Lily. She suggested to invite some friends over every year, to keep their mind off things. It had sort of become a tradition.
Another bad thing about it was that the day afterwards, her parents were always in a bad mood. They usually made a special effort to be cheery, but behind the facade, you could tell something was up. And Grace hated it.
Her mother walked over to the table and dished out some ham with honey, some rashers, some sausages and some beans, as she knew Grace didn't like eggs unless they were boiled -- and came with salt and buttered bread. "You're up, Sleeping Beauty," her mother said, grinning at her, though the smile didn't touch her eyes. She ruffled Grace's hair, who giggled.
"I wouldn't miss a fry-up!" Grace exclaimed, hopping up onto her chair that she just about managed to reach. She grinned as her mother placed some orange juice down in front of her. A fry-up was a rare occurence in the house, and the usual breakfast would consist of eating up some cereal quickly so that her father wouldn't be late for work and Grace late for school. It was the week back after the summer, a Sunday, to be precise, and Grace wasn't looking forward to going to school.
Juliette smiled warmly at her daughter, before beginning to walk out of the kitchen. "Mammy? Where you going?" Grace asked curiously. "Aren't you having a fry-up?"
"I already had mine," Juliette replied, without turning around, and quickly walked out of the room. Grace's expression fell slightly, but she dug into her food, licking her lips after the meal in pleasure.
Her father laughed at her licking her lips from across the table as he finished his own food. "You enjoy it then, pumpkin head?" he asked, a rhetorical question, but Grace answered anyway, with a strong nod and a, "Yup!"
He grinned at her as he put the plates up by the sink, before leaving the room, too. Grace sighed. She was bored out of her mind, and no one was around to play with her. What was she going to do today? Go outside and bored, or stay inside and be bored?
She grumbled to herself as she got down from the kitchen table, and walked out of the room. She managed to open the door, but just about, and walked out to the cornfield.
She walked out here everyday, remembering the Thursday afternoon Alexis went missing, though she didn't remember all of it. She remembered running around, and laughing, and then a black van pulled up, and the passenger door opened, but no one was in it, only a man in the driver's seat. She remembered Alexis by the van, and then it was driing off.. and then her mother was crying, and was on the phone to Frank, Grace's father.
It wasn't a pleasant memory, but it was one of the only one's she had of her sister. That, and the memories her mother told her about when she was going to sleep. Every night there would be a new story of Grace and Alexis's adventures together, and some of them Grace remembered, but the majority of them were just stories, fairytales almost.
Grace walked up to the tree in the middle of the cornfield; Large, old, and perfect for climbing. But Grace could only reach the first branch.
Not that it mattered anyway. Grace didn't have any particular interest in climbing the oak. What she did have an interest in though was the swing her father had attached to it last summer. Could she reach it? Easily. Could she get on it? Well, that was a different story.
She placed one of her tiny feet on a damp rock covered in moss that lay on the ground. She pushed herself off there, and managed to get her stomach onto the swing, so she just hung there, like some lifeless zombie. She scrambled into a sitting position, and looked out over the cornfield.
A car passed by, and Grace smiled to herself. She loved her little swing. From there she could see everything she needed to see. She could see home.
And home was good enough for her.
So, how's life?(:
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Grace opened her eyes as the sun streamed in threw a gap in the curtains. She pushed her purple duvet cover off her petite figure, and placed her feet in her slippers that had penguins on them. She could smell cooking from the kitchen, and Grace's stomach growled in hunger.
She glanced at the clock, to see that it was a quarter past ten, late for Grace. Then again, she had gone to bed rather late last night, too. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the balcony with Jared, exhausted. She vaguely wondered how she reached her bed, and if she sleep-walked, but wasn't bothered enough to figure out.
She walked over to her wardrobe, where she reached for a plain white t-shirt and purple skirt -- having to stand on a stool and the tips of her toes to reach them. She hated being small, and even though her mother promised she would get bigger with time, Grace was starting to doubt her. She hadn't noticed a change in her height since she was three. Her teacher had told her that you grow overnight, and so as an experiment, she checked her height two days in a row. But she didn't see any difference.
She quickly got changed, before heading downstairs and to the kitchen, where the smell of something cooking was overwhelming. She saw her father, Frank, sitting down at the kitchen table, eating a fry-up. He had a glass of milk, too, which he took a gulp from every now and again.
He turned around as Grace entered. "Hey, baby squirrel!" he said to her, one of the many nicknames he called Grace. He opened his arms for her to hug him, and she shuffled over like a zombie, before jumping into his arms. Her mother was cooking some more sausages, and the room was still messy from last night - A banner fell from the wall, saying, "We miss you, we love you, we'll never forget you." Some wrappers from random sweets given to entertain the kids fell around the place. The sink was filled with dishes. And this was after Juliette had cleaned up.
Grace still didn't understand while most of the people who came to the anniversary thought of it as a celebration. She knew her parents didn't, anyway. The only reason they did it was because of Juliette's sister, and Grace's aunt, Lily. She suggested to invite some friends over every year, to keep their mind off things. It had sort of become a tradition.
Another bad thing about it was that the day afterwards, her parents were always in a bad mood. They usually made a special effort to be cheery, but behind the facade, you could tell something was up. And Grace hated it.
Her mother walked over to the table and dished out some ham with honey, some rashers, some sausages and some beans, as she knew Grace didn't like eggs unless they were boiled -- and came with salt and buttered bread. "You're up, Sleeping Beauty," her mother said, grinning at her, though the smile didn't touch her eyes. She ruffled Grace's hair, who giggled.
"I wouldn't miss a fry-up!" Grace exclaimed, hopping up onto her chair that she just about managed to reach. She grinned as her mother placed some orange juice down in front of her. A fry-up was a rare occurence in the house, and the usual breakfast would consist of eating up some cereal quickly so that her father wouldn't be late for work and Grace late for school. It was the week back after the summer, a Sunday, to be precise, and Grace wasn't looking forward to going to school.
Juliette smiled warmly at her daughter, before beginning to walk out of the kitchen. "Mammy? Where you going?" Grace asked curiously. "Aren't you having a fry-up?"
"I already had mine," Juliette replied, without turning around, and quickly walked out of the room. Grace's expression fell slightly, but she dug into her food, licking her lips after the meal in pleasure.
Her father laughed at her licking her lips from across the table as he finished his own food. "You enjoy it then, pumpkin head?" he asked, a rhetorical question, but Grace answered anyway, with a strong nod and a, "Yup!"
He grinned at her as he put the plates up by the sink, before leaving the room, too. Grace sighed. She was bored out of her mind, and no one was around to play with her. What was she going to do today? Go outside and bored, or stay inside and be bored?
She grumbled to herself as she got down from the kitchen table, and walked out of the room. She managed to open the door, but just about, and walked out to the cornfield.
She walked out here everyday, remembering the Thursday afternoon Alexis went missing, though she didn't remember all of it. She remembered running around, and laughing, and then a black van pulled up, and the passenger door opened, but no one was in it, only a man in the driver's seat. She remembered Alexis by the van, and then it was driing off.. and then her mother was crying, and was on the phone to Frank, Grace's father.
It wasn't a pleasant memory, but it was one of the only one's she had of her sister. That, and the memories her mother told her about when she was going to sleep. Every night there would be a new story of Grace and Alexis's adventures together, and some of them Grace remembered, but the majority of them were just stories, fairytales almost.
Grace walked up to the tree in the middle of the cornfield; Large, old, and perfect for climbing. But Grace could only reach the first branch.
Not that it mattered anyway. Grace didn't have any particular interest in climbing the oak. What she did have an interest in though was the swing her father had attached to it last summer. Could she reach it? Easily. Could she get on it? Well, that was a different story.
She placed one of her tiny feet on a damp rock covered in moss that lay on the ground. She pushed herself off there, and managed to get her stomach onto the swing, so she just hung there, like some lifeless zombie. She scrambled into a sitting position, and looked out over the cornfield.
A car passed by, and Grace smiled to herself. She loved her little swing. From there she could see everything she needed to see. She could see home.
And home was good enough for her.
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