Chapter 1
Meg sat in front of the computer, after a dull conversation with Eric, who ironically had Bronchitis the same week of prom. Strands of her medium length sandy blonde hair fell from her messy attempt to having it up, into her face. She pouted and slumped down in her chair. This was prom… and also the week from hell all in one blow. It couldn’t get much worse than this. It was bad enough she was struggling with school, parents, one step sister, a younger brother dying for attention, and with college coming up fast she had no clue, no plans, and no hope. Sometimes she wondered if she worried too much but what else was she supposed to do? Let it slide and walk around like a chicken with its head cut off? Her title as organizational freak would go down in burning flames, but was that such a bad thing? Was she too uptight after all? Meg sat up and leaned over and squinted at the computer. 6:54pm. Joy to the world…nothing to do on a Monday night in a mostly empty house with a half a dozen cats and your step-family to be. She was starting to notice how less and less her father seemed to be around. He would come home and go directly upstairs to the forbidden “master bedroom” after a stern “is your homework done?” or “how was your day”… well, at least he tried to care. The only one who actually listened was Eric or all time friend of the year, Bethy. Her mom kept on claiming that hormones had brought out a bad side of Meg, forcing her to rebel against her parents. Truth was, her mom (who now in the second year studying psychology, she always analyzed everyone and tried to bring out his or her inner problems) needed help herself. And Truth was, neither of her parents paid attention in kindergarten and were in desperate need of listening skills. She wished they were back together. She wanted her parents’ back, because she was left with two lousy excuses that never quite filled the job. After the divorce, she learned that she would never have the same mom or dad again. They changed beyond the point of familiarity. So many things had abandoned her. Hope, help, truth, comfort, and love. She jerked back up trying not to dose off, and banged her knee onto the computer desk.
“Ouch!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!” She rubbed it with her hand and looked at the phone, and then the clock. 7:20pm, and still no phone call.