Sanctuary

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C H A P T E R 1

“…and so my dad thought it was the worst thing ever!” Shirley finished, turning to me for my response. I couldn’t help but look at her with a meek grin, not really sure how to respond. Her affairs didn’t interest me very much, and I couldn’t express interest to a subject I didn’t really feel interest towards.

“I’m sure I know what you mean,” I replied, trying to sound reassuring.

“No you don’t!” she snapped back, “I don’t think you’ve ever had to share one hair dryer with four other sisters! You don’t know what a girl has to do to get her hair done before school starts! Heck, you probably don’t even know the pains of siblings!”

“I do actually,” I replied calmly, “I have four sisters and three brothers, remember? Oh and two stepbrothers as well.” My family, the Peterson’s, was a pretty big family. My mom was a teacher at King High School, which was a school several miles away from our large two-story house. My dad was a doctor, but his commute wasn’t as pleasant. He worked in Thunder Bay, which was quite a distance from our location, North Bay. He usually ended up staying there for two weeks straight, and coming home roughly every other weekend. I was the fourth child in my ten-children family. My oldest sister, Tina, was a sophomore in college. Then there was Peter, who was a freshman at Toronto University, which was the same school in which Tina attended. Then there was Hannah, who a senior at my mom’s high school. Then there was me, a junior, also at my mom’s school. Then I had two younger stepbrothers, both freshmen, and both twins. After them were Alison (seventh grade), Henry (fifth grade), and Paul and Amber, both in Kindergarten, yet not twins. Paul was one of the oldest in his class, while Amber was one of the youngest.

“Ah well, shut up,” she muttered. We took some silent steps before she continued, “Hey listen, lunch break is almost about to end. I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Yeah sure,” I muttered, trying to sound desolate, despite the fact that my insides were basically screaming for joy. I made my way out of the cafeteria in an attempt to reach the washrooms, but my two brothers stopped me before I could reach my destination.

“Sup Adam,” I said.

“I’m not Adam, bro,” he chuckled, “Geez you still can’t tell the difference?”

“Oh, hahah, sorry Alan.” I muttered. I turned to my other brother. “You’re Adam.”

“I know,” he said smiling, “Hey… mom was looking for you. I think she has classes now, so you can’t talk to her?”

“Why does she want to see me?” I asked, questioning.

“I dunno,” muttered Alan, “You’re in trouble this time. Did you eat her brownie this morning? She was saving that from last night for desert today.”

“I ate that, it couldn’t have been him!” yelled Adam, but stopped as his twin looked at him. “Oh crap…”

“Wait till I tell mom!” he called, running away from the two of us. Cursing, Adam followed, probably in preparation of tackling him once he caught up. I laughed silent, before continuing my way towards my previous destination. However, a tap on my shoulder hindered me once again.

“Oh hey Hannah,” I said. “ You ready for that Physics test?” She and I, despite that she was a grade ahead of me, were in the same 5th period Physics class, which was definitely an advantage when we needed to study together.

“No of course not,” she said with a sigh, “That’s why I came to you. I know I can rely on my little brother, right?” I sighed, deciding that the restroom had to wait. We both took seats on the pavement, taking out our Physics books and opening them. In the distance, I could hear my two brothers yelling in the distance.

“I think it was on chapter twelve,” she muttered, but before we could look at it the bell rang. She cursed, and packed her things. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! I’m gonna fail!”

“Not if you study now,” I suggested, giving her a frown. “Like what you should’ve been doing instead of talking to Michael on the phone last night.”

“You shut that trap!” she scolded, “I was studying for the test with him!” Michael was her boyfriend, who was also in our Physics class. The two had met at Homecoming back in her sophomore year (which was also happened to be my first Homecoming dance).

“I’m sure of it,” I said as I put away my things. Inside I had to admit: I think I was going to fail that test too.

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I was able to contact my mom right after seventh period had ended, since I had English seventh, and my classroom was right outside hers. My mom was a freshman English teacher, and taught both of the twins (both in the same class as well). After having probably failing both a physics test, and a pre-calculus quiz right after, I wasn’t in the merriest mood as I came to her. She didn’t seem to possess an angry face as I came up to her, which lightened my mood slightly.

“Oh hey honey,” mom said to me as she caught sight of me, “how was your day, sweetie?”

“Not so good,” I answered her, “I think I must’ve failed like a million quizzes today.” I looked around her room; her desk particularly seemed to be in a very disorganized state, and her walls were plastered with the many different elements of rhyming patterns and poetry. I think that one of her parents had liked to write poems, and so she took up poetry for that reason.

“Yeah well, life’s like that sometimes,” she replied. “The twins definitely made my day interesting though… that project of theirs… I had begun to wonder where my hairclips had gone to…”

“Oh, speaking of the twins,” I muttered, remembering my purpose of being here, “One of them said that you wanted me?”

“I don’t ever remember telling them that,” she said, frowning, “perhaps my memory’s failing me. Geez, I’m only forty-five, you know!”

“Those rascals!” I yelled, gritting my teeth. They probably wanted me to miss the bus, so I’d have to ride with mom an hour later. I couldn’t quite believe why they would do it, but I had no choice but to ride home with mom now.

“I’ll be around if you’re ready,” I told her, exiting her classroom. As I walked out the door, I caught a quick glimpse of a blonde-haired boy entering my English classroom next door. For some odd reason I felt a feeling of curiosity build up inside me, and before I knew it I was peering into the classroom. He was very much beautiful, or at least according to what the back of his head told me. He had medium length hair, which was a very dull blonde. From behind he seemed to have a very good physique…

Suddenly I felt my jaw hanging, and I quickly shut it to make me a small bit less of a fool. But the boy inside the classroom was finished with his affairs, and was already headed out of the classroom. Before I had the chance to notice, he swung the door open, right into my face. I reeled back in pain, supporting my head.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he muttered, walking up to me. But before he got too close, and before he noticed a small blush, I ducked back into my mom’s room and shut the door.

Perhaps it was a good idea to have missed my bus… but now which twin would I have to thank?

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Dangg. This Christmas I'm gonna be working more on my other stories too. As a Christmas gift? But right now I gotta head to a party... comment s'il vous plait!