BellaOHOT Prologue 4
Isn’t this a beautiful site? I was walking down to the graveyard to check things out and happened to look up and saw this. Watching the balloon float by overhead was the most peaceful experience I’ve had in weeks.
Things are crazy all the way around right now.
At home, Michael has gotten a part-time job at the local day spa and spends his free time trying to get buff. He is such a nerd sometimes.
Mom spends all of her time trying to grow that perfect garden. Yeah, I guess that hasn’t changed, but this time she’s trying to grow a specific number of plants, to fill some special order for one of our neighbors who doesn’t garden, but wants to have fresh food some banquet or other.
Dad?
Well, it’s hard to say. He’s written three science fiction novels in the past year and is under pressure at work to write ‘hard hitting journalism’ pieces. He’s been running all over town interviewing people. Friends, neighbors, everyone. I’m surprised he hasn’t interviewed us yet.
He did, however, write a wonderful and enlightening article about our neighbor, Erin Kennedy. He really captured her spirit in the writing, like he knew her really well.
School is, well, school. I like my classes and am keeping up good enough grades. My science teacher recently assigned a project asking us to catch fish examining in labs. I caught a tragic clown fish from the bay. Mortimer caught a vampire fish from the pond in the graveyard. His was the most unique fish in the whole class. (Kaylynn Langerak thought it was ugly, but who asked her anyway?)
My art project is going well, I think. After doing a lot of research about Pleasant Rest, I started taking walks out here just to get a feel for it. I don’t feel ready to start painting anything yet, but I have certainly been enjoying myself.
Mortimer often sneaks out of the house and down the hill to join me. Together we spend hours walking around around the tombstones and exploring the mausoleum and catacombs beneath them. We’ve found a lot of our own relatives (deceased) and laughed at some of the funny names our forefathers had.
It seems strange to me that now, the grave yard is the only place outside of school that I see Mortimer. I miss my best friend so much these days that when I am with him, I feel… giddy with happiness … and when we part at the end of the night, I feel a deepening sorrow.
But his mother has not relented yet, and I am still persona non gratta in the Goth house. How long must this continue?
Mirrored from Third Time's the Charm.