forever with dusk says: sorry to disappoint everyone but this is just a test chapter!! and so you don't completely hate me, I have a random writing piece I found in one of my many notebooks. Enjoy!!!

I sighed. Contrary to popular belief, I was not doing that a lot lately. Ever since the accident, I've felt….tired. That's the easiest way to describe it. Gently pushing the door open, I made my way towards the kitchen for some milk. I wanted my bone back A.S.A.P. A broken arm wasn't going to keep me handicapped all season.

The glow of the fridge made my head ache, but I grabbed the carton and some cake, nodding to the lady munching on … a whole lot of something at the time, before turning back to the den.

Wait a minute.

Slowly, I moved myself back a few steps. The milk slipped from my fingers but I caught it quickly.

"Might wanna get a glass, Butterfingers," she quipped, a smile appearing.

"Might wanna ring the door bell, Munchie," I retorted.

She shrugged, shoveling a big bite into her mouth, her words muffled by chewing.

"Sorry," I held up a peace sign, "Don't speak Loser."

She shook her head, "Nothing's wrong with you. I don't get why everyone's fussing. And for your information, it's Thanksgiving next weekend. I am a free girl…for a week."

"So why aren't you at your house, studying?" Don't you have finals when you get back, Aunt Kayla."

"You haven't lost all your respect!" she mock gasped, "And for a moment there, I was worried."

"Don't worry. Please," I groaned, "Grandma might even e flying back because of all this worrying."

"Just tell her it's snowing or something," Kayla shrugged, swallowing whatever the heck she was eating.

"You're gonna lie to your grandmother?"

"And to think you're gonna be eighteen soon," she muttered, "Hey! Gonna eat that cake?"

I smiled and pushed it across the table, "Enjoy diabetes."

"Don't forget cholesterol and high blood pressure," she answered with a grin, lifting her fork in salute.

For the first time in a while, I felt like everything might be okay.