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Chapter 2 is finished! This one is shorter than the other one and it’s pretty uneventful, but it explains some things about El’s grandmama. Ask to be tagged and thank you for reading! 😀 I couldn’t figure out the italics, if I did italic for one word, the rest of the text would be italic, if anyone could help me, please do!
Chapter 2: With A Cup Of Milk
El could hear the kettle boiling as she walked into the kitchen- it was a habit of her grandmama’s, to always wake up and have the kettle boiling before she headed out for a morning stroll.
“Hello?” El whispered in the kitchen, as if she expected someone to come out. But it was very, very quiet in the kitchen, which meant El’s mother was likely still in her room, sleeping. She didn’t want to wake her mother and suffer her wrath first thing in the morning.
That meant El had to make their breakfasts. She didn’t mind though, she had been subjected to that job after she could reach the stove, cooking was something she was used to doing. And it had been good, especially for this morning. She turned on the stove and cracked open three eggs and fried them, proceeded to move on to the bacon and the toast later on. When she was finished, she’d take the trash out, like always.
And then she waited for her grandmama to come home so she could eat. El sat on the floor, not minding the cold, and watched the clock tick. It was fifteen minutes before she usually left for school. El was already in her uniform, her packed backpack was waiting for her at the door where the bags and cloaks hung. Another five minutes passed and her grandmama was still not back. El had begun to wonder if her grandmama had sat somewhere and forgotten the time like always.
Well. It seemed like she’d have to eat alone this morning.
El shrugged to herself at that thought, she didn’t mind eating alone, or rather, she didn’t mind doing anything alone. So she sat on the floor with her toast, facing the big window in their living room that was connected somewhat to their kitchen. The one window where you could see all the way to the lighthouse. The lighthouse and its old, unrepaired bench.
And the wisteria tree.
The window gave a perfect view to anyone who was looking at the giant wisteria tree that stood tall, and formidable in their backyard.
El took another bite of her toast, another bite of her bacon. The sound of her chewing was the only one that sounded loud in her entire house.
It had been a dream. Only a dream. There was nothing else for it to be.
When El had woken in the morning, the first thing she did was look at her window. It was still there, intact, with no damage at all. There were no holes in the backyard, no signs of a messed up room.
Of course, El thought in relief, it had only been a dream. Only a baby would have believed it had actually happened. Only a baby would think, a tree, a wisteria tree out of all trees, had turned into a walking monster, and attacked her house.
El almost laughed at herself for thinking it was real, perhaps today was going to be a good day, she thought. El was stupidly smiling at how idiotic all this was, and she stepped out of bed.
To the sound of a crunch beneath her feet.
To the feeling of rough branches and soft, crushed petals.
Every single inch of her bedroom was covered in soft, wisteria petals with their short, spiky branches.
El took another bite of her toast, looking straight at the ******* bin where she had stuffed all the plastic bags full of the wisteria petals she had swept up in the morning.
It was clearly a windy night, the wind had clearly blown the wisteria petals through her open window.
El finished her breakfast quickly and carefully placed the plates in the dishwasher. There was 5 minutes left and El decided to quickly take out the trash (less risky that way, El would hate to explain why there were so many wisteria flowers and leaves) and took the bag of trash to the wheelie bin in the front of their house.
She went back to the kitchen and checked the clock ticking on the wall.
Two minutes left. El started heading towards the door, slipping on her jacket and her backpack. There was still no sign of-
“Leslei?” she heard, from the top of the stairs. El bit her lips and let out a long breath, her hands tightening around the door ****.
“Leslei!” she heard again, her mother was obviously trying to get her attention, sucking in a breath, El opens the door and slams it behind her, walking down the front porch. Then, she let out a breath she didn’t even realise she was holding. She couldn’t talk to her mother- no, not yet.
El looked back once to catch five words her mother had said to herself, holding the cup of tea, standing in front of their huge window, her mother murmurs, “There’s that old wisteria tree.” El quickened her footsteps and didn’t look at the wisteria tree.
Halfway to school, in front of the Attwater park, El spots her grandmama sitting on a bench, watching some little boys from the neighboring school play football. El checked her watch, realising she had enough time, she ran to her grandmama, calling her name out loud.
It took a few times before she caught her grandmama’s attention, “Grandmama,” El panted, breathless from running across the field of the park, “Grandmama, it’s time for breakfast. You should go back.”
Her grandmama looked her straight in the eye, yet it felt like so many things were going on in her grandmama’s head that wasn’t supposed to be- her grandmama was distracted, like always, although by what- El never knew. El waited for her grandmama to come back to reality patiently, when her grandmama finally did look at her (the real way), she asked a single question,
“You’ve had breakfast?”
“Yes.” El answered.
“Yes.” El reassured.
Her grandmama watched her with doubtful eyes and El resisted the urge to roll hers. “Toast with a fried egg and bacon.” El recited.
Her grandmama smiled playfully at her, “With a cup of milk?”
El grinned back as well, it was one of their inside jokes that was created when El was 6, “Always.”
El stopped as she realised that her grandmama hadn’t tied her scarf around her head yet this morning, and her bare scalp looked too fragile in the morning light. It made El’s gut hurt to see it. El was snapped from her thoughts when she heard a question that made her freeze,
“Was that you I heard last night?” her grandmama asked.
“When?” was all El asked back.
“Sometime after midnight, it should have been,” her grandmama said, shrugging, “I thought I was dreaming but I could have sworn I heard you talk.”
“It was probably me in my sleep.” El lied flatly.
“Probably,” she nodded, eyes twinkling. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Lauren is coming over tomorrow.”
El groaned and her shoulder’s sank. “Aw, grandmama.”
“I know,” her grandmama sighed, “but you shouldn’t have to make your breakfast by yourself every morning.”
“Every morning?” El exclaimed, “How long is she staying?”
“We don’t need her here-”
“You know how I get at this point in the treatments, you have to understand, Les-”
“We’ve been absolutely fine without her!”
“Leslei.” her grandmama finally snapped, so harshly it surprised them both. There was a pause before her grandmama smiled and looked really, really tired- El’s heart ached.
“I’ll try my best and keep it short, okay?” she asked. “I know you don’t like her, but she does her job well.”
Lauren was her mother’s best friend who absolutely hates all children- and her mother was on a business trip once, her grandmama was too busy with her treatments to have time to take care of her and Lauren had been in charge of watching her and helping with the cooking, cleaning. El hated the way Lauren talked to her, like she was the soldier and Lauren the commander, and that she failed a mission that was not acceptable if she failed. Plus, her and grandmama and her mother had managed just fine before, so why?
“Just a couple of nights, then she’ll be gone,” her grandmama said, as if she could read El’s mind. “Don’t worry, okay? Just avoid her as much as you can.”
El picked at her jacket’s zipper and tried to direct her attention elsewhere, suddenly remembering the plastic bag full of wisteria leaves she had stuffed into the ******* bin.
Maybe having Lauren over for a few days wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.
“There’s the smile I love,” her grandmama said, standing up from the bench, getting ready to walk back to the house. “Now go, go,” she ushered, “or you’ll be late.”
El was really going to be late. She started running towards her school.
Somewhere at the front of her house, the wisteria tree flowers blew to the wind, as if silently smiling upon them.
So, the starred out words are: (they’re in order!)
1. g a r b a g e
2. k n o b. (I don’t know why that was censored but okay)
3. g a r b a g e
@cocostar lol, it’s pretty short compared to the first chapter- I printed out the first chapter and it was like 3 pages (front and back) + a bit on the 4th page. And thank you!
and @cocostar hahahah I get pretty lost in writing sometimes. I just guess my brain can talk a lot (I def can’t in real life tho)
Lol my brain talks too much so I can never get it alll down. I could hold a conversation for weeks on end.
I think you may be having trouble with the closing tag for italics. This is how I do my text styling:
Less than symbol
Greater than symbol
[Insert text you want italicized]
Less than symbol
The slashmark symbol: /
Greater than symbol
istg I did what you wrote and when it came out it cut half of it
yeah ik thats what I do but then like it made the entire text italic
Also, make sure to end it at the right time
Ex; bonjour amigo.
i loved every second of it when I saw the second chapter i litterally shouted and told everyone it was out LOL it was so good!!!!!!!!!
oh yeah, cause u r at school. some where i wish to be 😛
@kiko-2 wow omg thank you so much!!! im more motivated to write chapter 3 now <333 (it should be out tomorrow around the hour this chapter was posted but it depends on my homework)