The Nearly-sent Love Letter To Brittany.

I groaned. And moaned. God, as much as I loved the window in place of half of the wall, I still hated sunlight interrupting my sleep.

Perfect, just what I needed.

I groaned again. My sleep getting interrupted was just the cherry on the top after what happened last night.

Uhoh.

Oh God, no. Please let it be a nightmare.

I tossed around in the bed, scowling and trying to not remember what had happened. Memories of the last night resurfaced in my head.

Please God, let it be a nightmare and not real. Please. I'd do anything. I'd even send Brittany a love letter.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes, not that I even needed to, considering my-dearest-Sun had already done the job and came face to face with -

The box was laying on the side table next to my bed.

Thank you God.

Guess Brittany's not getting a love letter.

Last night, I had kept the box under the table and the key under the carpet. How did- Oh God.

I was wrong. The table didn't have a ghost.

The box had. Oh God.

"Oh Lord, who art in heaven, please helpppp, the box has a ghost. It has a fricking ghosssst." I screamed.

"Fi, what happened?", mama called from the kitchen.

"Mama, this place is haunted. Oh God, I should've known. After last night -", I cried.

"Fi, what are you talking about? If it's about the box" - I froze - "which I saw under your table while I was cleaning up the mess in your room, I put it on the side table. I assure you, the house is not haunted." - I breathed out, relieved. - "and what about the last night you're talking about? What happened?" Uhoh.

I nearly gave myself away.

"Oh that. Yeah, no nothing. I was just worried about the box."

"Now that you talk about it, I recall seeing the same thing in the basement when your father and I were looking for his electric drill, you know how he is, can't find his things unless I help him. I don't know how will he manage now that I'll be busy for most of the days in weeks because of my job. I am counting on you to help him, honey. Won't you? Your college is going to start in about two months, right?", she sighed seeming burnt out already.

I mean, we did just move and she will have to start working right away so she has every right to feel burnt out.

Mom worked at an insurance company so she had almost always spent most of her time at work. When we lived in Baton, she faced a lot of struggles with her job since the firm she worked for was in New Orleans, which is why when the news came that I had been accepted in the New Orleans Community College we decided to move here.

Yes, I know that I'd have to have scored very low on my SATs to be happy on being accepted to a Community College, but the truth is that I didn't want to take a student loan and I didn't want to put another burden on my parents.

And even though I had scored quite well on my SATs, all the other prestigious colleges were offering me only half a scholarship, which meant I had to pay half of the tuition fee.

So I had decided to go with a community college, and I know that I could've gotten a job to help myself but everywhere I went with a job application turned me away saying that I had good grades and if I really wanted to achieve something I should go to a college first.

Should've gotten a job at Walmart then.

I frowned at the thought, sighing.

"Er, yes. Yes, of course. I will help dad.", Glad that mama forgot about the box, I yawned and stretched -

"So, about the box, is it the one from the basement?"

Oh God, should I lie? Will she go and check the basement? What am I talking about? Of course, she's going to check. She's my mother, after all.

I have to lie. Quick.

"I'm waiting, hun." I know.

"Yes. It is the box from the basement. But it's mine. -"

"Sweetheart, you know that if it's the previous owner's it's not-"

Of course, I know it's the previous owner's but you don't need to know that, do you?

"No mama. It's mine because it's my present. It's a jewelry box. Jason got it for me."

No, he didn't. He didn't gift anything to me except for that letter which he wrote on the paper Eve gave him. Eve, who knew I had a crush on him since he was in his diapers, went to him and told him I was about to move from there to New Orleans.

She also told him that I was in love with him and wanted him to write a goodbye letter for me.

Top 10 anime betrayals right there.

Not anime betrayals you idiot, it was a real betrayal.

I know, but I had to stick a meme in here somewhere, right?

And I guess you wanna know what happened next right?

His reaction? Well, he chewed his gum, popped it, chewed it again, popped it again, one of Brittany's minion in the background fainted after whispering 'so hot', he heard it and smirked at it, popped his gum for the umpteenth time, which both fortunately (for me since I was embarrassed, I was glad to have a comrade in being embarrassed - os that how you say it? ) and unfortunately for him, popped in mid-air and got stuck to his nose, but since he was the Jason Schumer, nobody laughed.

To the contrary, Brittany's other minion tried to collapse too, whispering what apparently sounded like 'too hot for me to handle', he looked at me, scanned me from top to bottom and then -

"Eh, she's fine. Not that hot, though."

After everyone around started laughing, Eve realized her mistake and tried to scurry, taking a hold of me, but the damage was done.

After the break that day, Jake, his best friend came to us, sneered at us and shoved the page Eve had given him in my hands, which had 'best of luck, not so hot stuff' had written on it, in a very hideous handwriting. I still didn't throw it away. Now that I think of it, what Eve said to him, might've been a teeny weeny bit true. I was infatuated with him.

"Oh, I didn't know.", mama's voice broke the chain of my thoughts and I sighed.

"Yeah."

"Sweetheart, you know that I am not against making friends with boys but I am sure you know that -"

This was going in a very bad direction.

"Mom!" - "and you do know" - "mama! Oh my God, stop it!"

"What in the world is going on?", dad's voice. Oh God that was dad's voice. This was bad.

I darted towards the bathroom.

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Breakfast was excruciatingly painful. Dad glanced at me every other second, curious and angry and about to go off on the 'protective-dad' mode. Mama also glanced at me every next second but her gaze was sorry.

"What?", I glared at the both of them.

"Fiona, darling, I am sor-", mama whispered, looking down and my heart almost melted.

"And why are you sorry" - God, here it comes - "she has to learn, hasn't she? We're her parents. We have a right to tell her about these-"

"Oh my God, dad stop it.", I was flushed red.

"As you wish.", he grumbled.

He is going to say something else, I know it.

So he did, after gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw, he shifted a little in his chair.

And the very next second - "you do know that you shouldn't -"

Stuffing my pancaky-fingers in my ears, I know - gross but a girl's gotta do what she gotta do, I blocked out bits and pieces of what he was talking about.

"pre-maritial se-", yeah, no, thank you dad but I'm not listening to it, "kids nowadays, without protection... " and "indulging in such... ", I pity myself. If someone were to show me a mirror, I would have been redder than a red cherry. Or a red apple. Or the red colour.

Look I can't really focus on adjectives here okay? My dad is on a rampage.

"Dad, I swear on Snape's nose and his greasy hair that if you don't stop talking about this, I am going to go clubbing and dancing in bars every Saturday night."

Silence. My mom blinked.

Dad stiffened. I gulped.

Shit. I was so grounded.

"You-", furious, dad took the glass of water and gulped it down. I widened my eyes.

Damn, Usian Bolt got nothing on my father.

But the very next second, he choked and spluttered and mama and I shared a look and roared with laughter.

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I skidded back to my room, sulking. Yes, I had guessed it right. I was grounded. Until college started. And even then, I was not allowed to stay outside after 5 o'clock.

Aw man. All the giggling was for nothing. Mama didn't even bat an eye when dad was screaming at me. Worse, she didn't even bat an eyelash. An eyelid. An eyeball.

And why did I have to say that and remind myself? I smacked myself in the face.

I didn't open the box last night. I just couldn't. A shudder went through my spine and I felt the contents of my breakfast coming up my throat.

No. The eyeballs certainly weren't real. Certainly? Errr probably? Of course, they weren't.

Looking at the silver box, I now registered how bizarre last night was. I was trying to sleep when my letters decided to go hippity hoppity and scratched themselves against the floor which was my property (a girl has to rhyme, alright?) where coincidentally the carpet was pulled up. Then I found a very weird, bizzare even, poem indicating there was a 'secret' something in our basement. The poem had a curious little 'E' written at the end.

Then I went to the basement to find out what was the so-called secret and I saw something that would haunt me for life. I didn't have any nightmares and that was alright but I knew what was coming.

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