HEY! I've returned! So just a BIG warning, if you are new to the works of me, and are just jumping into this story, I'd recommend reading the first story first. You can find it on my account page. it's called "Cliche"

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Anyway, please enjoy this book, I'll try to upload chapters as soon as I can! And If you have read my first story, thanks for supporting me 'til now! KEEP DOING IT! (Yes, I'm talking to you, Taysie)

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It's been 18 years. Me and Dustin are still together, and married shortly after my twenty first birthday. We have a fourteen year old daughter. Her name is Maria. She had just recently turned fourteen, and to make her feel better about being in high school, we got her a dog. Yes, it doesn't seem like that would help her much, but 'we parents don't understand.'

The Dog's name is Lucky, but Maria calls him Lucifer, as she states, "Lucky is just an abbreviation name."

Maria has pixie straight auburn hair that she inherited from her gorgeous father. He grew his hair out and cut the dyed part off, as I told him to do. Her eyes, which are a light brown that resemble a dying down fire, come from me, because after I grew old, my eyes started de-saturating themselves.

She is around five feet and four inches, and her body structure is very much like mine when I was younger.

Now, I know 'tis quiet sad that this story is not about me, but my story has been told, and it's time for more excitement, and lord knows there's none left for me.

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It was a muggy, wet afternoon. Although it looked as if I was supposed to be in bed, it was early in the day. We were supposed to have our first day of school today, but it had snowed the other night, and the road was left icy. After I finished eighth grade, my family moved to a place called Damentrille.

It was always cold here, and it made me miss our old home in Eversville. Of course, the sun never did me good anyway. I never got tan, just burnt. My mom had a greenhouse back in our old home. I used to spend all of my time in there. Whether it was reading, or just singing to the flowers, it was my safe place. Dad was saying how he would build another one here, but the weather hasn't dried up yet. Usually, it's just simple winds that chill your cheeks, but never snow. Especially after summer had just ended.

Our house was one story, but we had a really big attic, so you could count that as another story. No, it wasn't one of those spooky ominous ones you see on television, but it resembled just a small room. It was always light in there, and there was no creaking, scratching, or scary noised like that. This is where my room was.

My bed frame is small, and can only take two people, which I prefer to be me, and Lucky. Lucky is a border collie, and has brilliant glossy fur that I brush twice a week. He surprisingly can take good care of himself. Right now, he is only a puppy that knows a few commands.

My room is decorated with beads hanging from the beams, illuminating a warm red whenever reflecting light, and candles that surround the whole area, but I also have a lamp near my bed.. Mainly, our house is a burgundy color, which clashes gently against the tan furniture we have in our living room. Our kitchen is small, since we barely spend time on food and use microwavable edibles instead. I gazed out the window, wondering what I would be doing if I was in school right now.

"I'd probably be lost somewhere and end up in the wrong class…"

After a while of me being in a complete trance thinking about all the inconveniences that come along with school, I was frightened by mom yelling out to me from the attic door.

"Hey, your dad's going to the store, wanna go with 'im?"

"Uh, sure!"

I got up from where I was sitting and called Lucky. He has a dog bead but he usually just lay next to me. Him and I went downstairs to where my dad was. I grabbed my boots and slipped them on. Once we walked outside, I felt a cool breeze while droplets of water continued to fall onto me. I crawled into the passenger's side of dad's old red Toyota. I called Lucky up onto my lap. Once my dad got in the truck, he looked at me strangely.

"You're not having him ride in the back? He's gotta get used to this weather one way 'r another."

"He's still a puppy, he'll get too cold the first time."

"That dogs got a lot of fur on 'im, he'll be fine."

"Yea, that's what you think."

He giggled and started the truck. The way there was peaceful. The store was close, in walking distance of our house. We pulled up next to a silver, shiny dodge. Out hopped a big, stubby bald man on one side., and a young girl around my age on the other. I looked at her and smiled. She had a good aura.

She was a ginger with amazing blue eyes. Brown little freckles sprinkled her face like an innocent cupcake. She looked about five feet, maybe less. As I was getting out of our truck, she and I made eye contact.

She walked up to me and extended an arm.

"Yer new around 'ere, aren't cha?"

"Uh, yea, my name's Maria, Maria Jane Willer."

"Maria it is, ehe. My name's Charlie. Charlie Rin Percks"

"Nice, sounds… Masculine."

"They thought I was gonna be a boy, and 'didn't have time' fer a different name"

"CHARLIE, Mom's waitin' on us!"

"Well, I'm gonna go, see you at school tomorrow?"

"Yea! See you then Charlie!"

The vehicle pulled off slowly until it hit the road. I turned to see my dad holding groceries and ready to go.

"Well now, at least you won't be lonely."

"Yeupp."

The way home seemed like seconds. I was too spaced out about school to notice much that day. I walked back up to my room, with Lucky trailing behind me. I sat down on my bed and lay back. Just moments later, my mom showed up in my room.

"Thinkin' about tomorrow?"

"Just because nothing else seems like it matters…"

"Hehe. I remember my first day of school… pain in the ass… But like you, I spent seventh and eighth grade in one school and high school in another. But of course, that's where I met your father."

"What were you like back then?"

"Well… I was… rebellious, kind of just did stuff based on my mood. I'm definitely not saying you should be like this though, I want you to focus on studying, unlike what your mother did."

"Don't tell me you were one to skip classes or something."

"OH HEAVENS NO….Well, actually.. Most of the time it just ended up having to do with me begin outside of school, I didn't intentionally skip any classes."

"What was Dad like?"

"Let's see, your father… was a lot like you are now. I mean, I wouldn't want you to die your hair multiple colors but-"

"WOAH, Dad had more than one color in his hair? Wait, let me guess. Brown, and dark brown."

"Black, with a bleached streak going down the side. After a while it faded away, of course."

"No. Did you guys wear skinny jeans?"

"Only on weekdays."

"Weird."

"Honey, the point is… I don't want you to stress over ANYTHING, unless I tell you to. Trust me; I barely did much in high school and look where I am today. I have a wonderful caring husband, and the world's most precious daughter."

"Please mom, I hate compliments."

"And the world's most embarrassing mistake."

"Too far."

"And a weirdo."

"Sure."

Mom got up and hugged me. She told me dinner was ready if I was hungry. But I wasn't. I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning my room because I had nothing better to do. I listened to music while I was doing so, and fell a few time trying to dance. Every now and then I would try to be cool picking something up. It never worked.

Whenever I made eye contact with Lucky, he looked at me as if I was crazy. I just laughed. I stopped doing things at around seven so I wouldn't all this energy keep me up. I walked down to the kitchen to eat the food I was supposed to have, and then took a shower. When I got back to my room, it was dark out, and the moon was crescent.

I opened my window and sat on the window sill. All you could see was the moon, hiding behind the vague clouds that were all shades of grey. The lingering smell of rain filled the wind that blew ever so gently. I looked around my neighborhood. The majority of houses were blue. Light, run down, baby blue. Ours was a pale brown. Like an un-painted barn.

After a large amount of spacing out, my mom called to me again.

"Honey, I don't want you staying up late tonight, okay?"

"Um, I was just about to go to bed anyway!"

"When do you want me to wake you up?"

"Around six."

"'Kay, love you!"

"I love you too mom. Tell dad I said goodnight…"

Silence came after. I stood up from the sill and closed the window. I sighed and my hand dangled above the light switch on my lamp. I caught Lucky's eyes. He gave me a straight dog face.

"I'm going to do fine tomorrow. Don't judge me!"

He gave me the 'when was I ever judging you' look. I laughed and turned off the light.

When I crawled into bed, Lucky jumped off, only to wait as I got situated, then he jumped back on.

"Good night, my sweet Lucifer…"