*Warning* This chapter contains a few minor swear words, but nothing major. If that upsets you don’t read.
Time passes quickly the way it tends too. With Nino dead and Max charged with Brennan’s murder and put behind bars where he belonged, our family started to heal.
Our youngest and what would be our last child was born that spring. We named her Emelia. My mother’s dementia steadily got worse, but I was glad she got to see the birth of her newest granddaughter. It wasn’t long after that she slipped peacefully away in her sleep.
I found myself at her grave one night. I came to the cemetery often. It was my place to relax and get away from my noisy children. I missed my mother, and I missed my sister. Coming to the cemetery always filled me with peace.
Emilia Gallagher-White took after my side of the family with her red-gold tinted hair. She had Shane’s Green eyes. She was a good-natured baby, always smiling and cooing. Being with her helped ease the pain of my mothers passing. She was the baby of the family, and was spoiled from the moment of her birth.
Cole grew up looking more like Milo’s side of the family. I worried about him. I saw goodness in him, but he was struggling in school, and the rebellious teen years were taking its toll on him and our family. I’d be a liar to admit if I wasn’t worried about Milo’s genetics playing a factor in his rebellion, but in all honesty, I wasn’t such a peach through my teen years either…
I remember when this picture was taken. Getting everyone to stand still had been a challenge and we went through many takes! At the last-minute Cole threw up his middle finger, which ruined the picture.
Cole’s point of view:
Monday, ugh. I though with a grimace. I pulled the blankets off and scowled at my ceiling wishing I could just go back to sleep. but my mother would be in any minute, and if I refused to get up, she would take to grabbing my ankles and pulling me out!
I was so not feeling school today. I’d probably end up skipping the first couple periods like I always did. My mom wouldn’t find out. I had made sure about that! The school’s automated system automatically called parents once a student was absent. But I used my elite hacking skills to hack into the system and change the number to my cell phone. I grinned at my cleverness.
When I stepped out the front door I bumped my toe on something. I looked down and rolled my eyes at the basket of freebies from the local University. Ever since my 16th Birthday the university had been sending me freebies to promote their school. They were relentless!
I scowled. I wasn’t going to college. It’s not like they would take me anyways. My grades were horrendous. I was smart, or at least I thought so. But school bored me. In my opinion it was a bunch of worthless shit that I didn’t need to know. The real world would teach me all that I needed to survive. I didn’t need to know about history. That’s why it was history. Keep that shit in the past, I thought, shifting my backpack to my other shoulder.
Kicking over the bucket of University freebies’ I ran to catch the bus.
Instead of walking into the building with the other students, I took a hard right and ended up at the playground instead. It was hidden from view behind trees and hedges, and wouldn’t be used until the elementary kids came out for recess.
I was deep in thought swinging on a swing when I heard someone come up behind me.
“Guess who?” Said a female voice.
“Oh hey.” I said to my cousin Cordelia Gallagher.
“You weren’t in home room so I figured you were skipping again. I thought I would find you here.” She said.
“I just didn’t feel like going.” I said honestly.
“Aren’t you worried about what you are going to do after school?” She asked me.
“Not really.” I said bluntly. “I’ll get a job–Not everyone is a brainiac like you.”
“You are so smart Cole, a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. You’re great with computers. You fixed my lap top for me when the computer shop said it was toast.”
“That was easy.” I waved off her compliment. Compliments always made me uncomfortable. People that gave them always seemed to expect one back in return.
Cordelia down on the hard frost covered ground and pulled out her homework.
“I take it you don’t care to know what you missed?” She asked me.
“You assume correctly.” I laughed and climbed up into one of the play structures.
Cordelia sighed and followed me up. “Lunch is about over, but if your lonely i’ll skip with you.”
“No shit?” I asked. I was proud. My bad influence was rubbing off on my good-hearted goody two shoes cousin.
“But if I get in trouble, I’m totally throwing you under the bus.” She laughed.
I laughed. I wouldn’t have expected anything else.
Cordelia is probably my best friend. We are so different, but she gets me. She is different from all the other girls in school who are shallow and only interested in how they look. Cordelia was popular and pretty, even though I felt like a creeper for admitting that, but she was nice to everyone, even her misfit cousin. I would miss her when she went away to college.
“I gotta get going.” Cordelia jumped to her feet and brushed off the dirt off her pants. “I’ll see ya later!”
I waved. “Later Cordy!”
With one last sigh and a look around at the quiet playground, I took off towards home.
Demi’s Point of view….
“Die evil scum!” I cheered pounding away on my game controller. Pixellated blood splashed across the screen. “Cool!” I yelled and pumped my fist in triumph as I advanced to the next level. My twin sister Drusilla walked in front of me. “Hey!” I yelled. “You make a better door then a window!”
“Can I play?” She asked me.
“Sure.” I nodded at the extra game controller.
“Ew.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like this game. Can’t we play Pretty Kitty instead?”
“Pretty kitty sucks!” I scowled.
“It does not!” Drusilla stuck her tongue out at me.
“Does too.” I retorted.
“Fine I’ll play this stupid game.” She pouted grabbing the other controller.
We played versus mode, and I slaughtered her every time. We were so different. Drew was a total girly girl, and loved pink and pretty things. I was a tomboy with skinned knees and disheveled hair. Mom said we reminded her of her and her twin sister who had died when we were just toddlers. She was murdered!
When I grew up, I wanted to be a cop like my daddy, but I changed idea’s on a daily basis. Yesterday I wanted to be a basketball player!
“Demetria Ann Gallagher-White!” My mother said sharply behind us. I flinched. Every kid knew when their full name was used, you were in trouble! “I have told you a million and one times that I don’t want you playing that violent video game! You are going to have nightmares!”
“I stood up and crossed my hands across my chest and glared. “I will not!” I scowled. “Emelia had the nightmare, not me!”
My mother stomped into the living room and took the CD out of the game console, and put it back in its case.
“Its bed time. Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed.” She turned and left the room.
Drusilla turned towards me and gave me a smug look. “Told you we should have played Pretty kitty.”
“Suck up.” I grumbled and followed her into the bathroom, waiting my turn at the sink while Drew brushed her hair a hundred times on each side. When we were finished and lights were off, I laid in bed for the longest time. I was too pumped to sleep. Snow was on the forecast for tonight and I was excited!
Quietly, I snuck into the bathroom and looked out the window. It was snowing! I gave a little shiver of excitement. We didn’t get much snow in Morreaux, but this year had been unseasonably cold, and I was excited to see snowfall!
I pulled on my winter coat and stepped outside in the dark and loved the way the snow landed on my cheeks. It felt like a hundred little tiny cold kisses!
Drusilla’s Point of view:
“Look at the snow!” I said the next morning. I jumped up on the chair beside the front windows and peered outside.
“Schools are canceled today!” My mom said, and we all cheered!
“Want to play Ice princess with me Emilia?” I asked not bothering to ask Demi, who would just make fun of me.
“But its cold out.” Emelia shivered.
“Well we will wear winter clothes, and just pretend to be princesses.” I rolled my eyes at my younger sister.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Demi was talking to mom. “I want to be a snow border!” She exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. Demi changed what she wanted to be when she grew up like I changed underwear. Every day, thank you very much!
“How about you Drew?” Mom asked me. “Would snowboarding be something you would be interested in?”
“Yuck no, that’s a boy sport. and its dangerous!”
“Well if we decide to do a winter activity, its going to have to be something that we all can do, and i’m sorry Demi, but your sister is right, snowboarding is too dangerous. Maybe in a couple of years, what about ice skating?”
I tuned out my sister throwing a hissy fit and focused on the scene in front of me. The snow twinkled like a thousand diamonds when the early light hit it. I imagined myself in a white gown, dancing with a handsome prince….
I was shaken out of my day-dream as Demi stormed past me and ran outside. I followed eager to play in the snow.
“Want to snowball fight?” Demi asked me.
“Not really.” I said eyeing my sister wearily, as she often never took no for an answer.
Demi scooped up some snow and packed it into a ball and stared at me with her blue eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Target practice!” She yelled and chucked it at me!
The snowball caught me right in the stomach and knocked the wind out of me. I went down to my knees.
“Ouch!” I yelled. “I said I didn’t want to play!” I scooped up some snow and packed the snow fiercely, intending to make her hurt.
I threw with all my might, but it sailed over her shoulder. Demi laughed. “You throw like a girl!”
“I am a girl!” I put my hands on my hips and glared at her. “And so are you even though you don’t act like it!”
I brushed the snow off my jacket with all the dignity I could muster, and strolled back inside.
In the house alone, I went to my room and locked the door. I was 10 years old, and Demi always made fun of me for still playing with dolls. I couldn’t wait to grow up, have my own place, decorate it beautifully, get married, and have dinner parties where I would create wonderful culinary creations! Everyone would gush over my hostess skills! And my parties would be some of the classiest in town!
Cooking was one of my passions. I used my easy bake oven quite often, and often made my family sample my creations!
I could still hear my siblings outside. I was alone, but I didn’t feel lonely. I went over to the trunk in the corner and pulled out one of my costume gowns. I loved to play dress up. One day, it would be real. I would get married to a man who would be just mad about me, and he would take me away and treat me like a real princess!
Emelia’s point of view:
Here they go again! I sighed laying down in the snow to make a snow angel. My sisters were bickering again. I was 8 years old, two years younger than my sisters, and I was often overlooked and ignored, which didn’t really hurt my feelings much.
Drusilla was nice to me most of the time, but only when it suited her. She made me play the games she wanted to play, and was very bossy most of the time.
“Hey Em. Want to build a snow man?” Cole asked me. I brightened up. I adored my older brother. He could be a moody teen most of the time, but he was always very sweet to me. We got along like two pees in a pod. We both recognized the need for silence and privacy!
We constructed our snowman in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. I was worried about the stray cat who was pregnant I had found a week ago. I had tried to sneak her into the house and hide her under my bed, but Drusilla found out and snitched. My dad was allergic to cats and I had to take her back outside. I bit my bottom lip and tried not to cry. I loved animals. Even more than people probably. Animals didn’t push you down stairs, or lock you out on the front porch in your underwear like my sisters do to me. Animals were simple, if you gave them love and affection, then they loved you unconditionally.
“Stop it Demi!” Cole shouted, Demi was throwing snowballs at us. I turned and glared at her.
“Will you go away?” I asked narrowing my green eyes.
“Going to make me?” Demi asked taking a step forward.
“Cole?” I stepped closer into my big brothers shadow for protection.
“Beat it Demi, or you will find out what a white wash is.”
Demi stuck her tongue out. “I already know what a white wash is genius. It’s when someone holds you down and presses your face down into the snow.”
“Well get lost or you’ll find out what one feels like.” He snapped. Demi scampered off, probably to tell. I smiled at Cole gratefully.
Finally our snow man was completed. I snagged a broom from the kitchen for him to hold. Cole collected some shiny black rocks from the garden for his eyes, and mouth. I shoved a carrot in the empty spot for his nose and grinned at Cole. I gave him a hug and watched him head inside.
Outside now alone like I preferred, I decided to go check on my kitty, I had set up in the garage that rarely got used.
I set up a corner for her with a litter box and a bowl for food, and a soft pillow for her to sleep on. She was very skittish, and would let me pet her, but never pick her up. When I had first found her she was covered in brambles and her fur was matted and dirty. Even though her belly was swollen with kittens, she was much to skinny!
“I’m going to take good care of you.” I murmured softly slowly and gently reaching out to touch her soft fur. You wont ever have to be outside in the cold alone again.”
That about does it for the second generation, and its almost time for the third!. I hope I gave you a pretty good description of each childs personality! Please head to the next page and vote for who you would like to see as the heir for generation 3.