Dana's POV
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It seems I'm suddenly finding it hard to tell my reality from my dreams and the fact that its 02am doesn't come at my advantage at all. What really happened? Say it was a dream, how long was I asleep? Which part of my adventures is a dream and which part of it is real? I set to wake up and my head hurts. I raised my hand to touch my temple and my headache dissipated like vapour in thin air. Oh-kay that sure is weird but I decided to brush it away because weird as it may seem, it took care of the nagging headache so who cares, right? I couldn't do much given the time restricted my daily activities so I decided to take one of the books on my chest drawers to read as means to kill time until I can reunote with my sleep again. I didn't feel particularly choose(y) so I took the first one that my hand fell upon which read Rae of hope. Apparently from The chronicles of Rae Kerrigan. The cover looked enticing enough with all the swirling dark colours and I decided to knock myself out. I read almost 2 chapters before I felt my lashes start to droop. It was interesting really with all the lies, secrets, conspiracy, shifters and truth be told I was curious about it so I kept on reading page after page. My mind wanted to keep reading to find out what happens next but that was just about it. 'Next time Rae Kerrigan' I muttered to myself as I drifted back to my sleep.
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"Wake up Princess, the dead has risen" my mom's voice rang loud in the quiet morning and I flinched.
"What time is it" I groggily opened my eyes to the sting of bright sun rays, I raised both my arms to shield my arms. "mooomm I grunted when she theatened to draw the curtain lace. I honestly can't deal with my mom's antics to wake me up so I scurried to the bathroom and closed the door behind.
"You know I don't actually need a visa to come fetch you from the bathroom, right sweetheart?"
Her voice came across as sweet but I didn't miss the underlying threat incase I decide to drag myself to bed again . . . don't look at me like that, yes you! I know you also have those days where you just don't want to wake up. I think it's at this moment that I can truly relate to Bruno's Lazy song. I opened the sink tap and splashed my face with cold water to resist the temptation to fly back to my warm bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and, My God! This can't be me. Now I understand why people use make up. L O L!
My face really needs a make over or is it a make up? I took my toothbrush and brushed my teeth, did my hygiene process and set to go downstairs in my baby blue pyjamas and cushy sleepers. I made no effort to look alive at all and as I went down the stairs, I touched the rails with the tips of my left hand in soft caresses and a fleeting picture touched my mind but it left as soon as it appeared. I tried to hold on to what it is but I just couldn't. All that was left of it was the tingly feeling down my spine that felt like Dèjà vu. I gently shook my head and blinked it away. If it's important it will come back to me. On that note, I couldn't possibly ignore the delicious call of bacon and the good olé McCain fried chips. Ever looked at your mom working magic in the kitchen and just thought 'why is it that she has never thought of Hospitality as a career' but then you soon gob-smacked in the face with the fact that if she chose that, you would have to scramble your own eggs which won't taste as nice as hers. Selfish, right? I smiled at my own silly thoughts and made my way to the already set table and sat myself down. Daddy has a frown oh his face while looking at me and im wondering what's it about, but maybe he is mirroring my own facial expression.
"Are you okay?" well dad can't keep burning questions to himself. I nodded my head lighlty and shrugged my shoulders in a silent question, guess what! The dude just shrugged his shoulders right back at me and as if on que, me and mom just busted out laughing.
"Okay, table manners everyone. Please wash your hands Princess" she gave me a pointed look and I smiled innocently as if I was not about to argue that I actually washed them in my bathroom. Mrs Simons pulled her no nonsense stance and I pouted on my way to the sink and smiled when I saw the dishwasher sparkling clean. Less work for me, yay! I dried my hands on the tablecloth and made my way back to my seat. I don't know if I'm imagining things but Mr and Mrs Simons look anxious . . . the kind of vibe they give off when they are about to announce something that I might disagree with but I smiled encouragingly when I sat down anyway
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Sally
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Something about seemingly official family meetings make me want to be a carefree teenager all over again but we have to do this and if not me then Nick might make a mess of it, so here goes nothing.
"Dana, we know the past few days have been hard on you and that you need to uhm . . . figure things out . . . come to terms with a lot of stuff and we were just-"
"Mom" she had even stopped eating. Maybe my nerves are rubbing off of her.
"Mhm" Its when I actually averted my eyes to look at her and saw that she's figured out that im really nervous.
"Calm down, I know you both love me and . . . just say it mom"
*sigh*
"We thought maybe we should go visit your grandparents" I blurted.
"And before you faint on us Princess, we are all going to be there, if you need us you know we are there, just a breathe away" Nick tried to intervene to ensure that Dana knows we are not forcing her to do this.
"Your grandmother is just lonely sweetheart and she doesnt really pose any actual threat. She was just sad and wanted company" I tried to reason further.
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I am standing looking at mom and dad move their lips in an attempt to reason with me but I honestly can't hear any of it. I can't believe they are doing this to me! Me? Their only daughter! This is ridiculous! That woman couldn't even pretend to like me in the space of 3 minutes that I was with her without my parents and she definately wasn't apologetic about it when they confronted her about her hateful words. Grandpa? He acted deaf, blind and absent. Does it make a difference? It didn't give comfort to the 6 year old Dana Chanelle Princess Simons and absolutely doesnt to the 22year old me. Maybe this is a prank and they just wanted to gauge my reaction so I poured myself a glass of water from the glass jar and continue forcing the food down my indignant throat like they said nothing at all!