I Try

Madison Harper, 14, is going through a hard time. However, when a blizzard traps her in her house with her father the pastor for two weeks, she starts to try to recover. She tries.

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3. Chapter Two

That was a year ago, and I still have nightmares about it.

It looks like the rest of the sleepy little town of Hellsington, Washington has forgotten that Melanie Elizabeth Harper ever existed. As for her little sister - that'd be me, Madison Emilie Harper - well, I still feel alone.

I was put into therapy for a while right after Mellie died, but it didn't help much so my parents decided to stop putting money into it. Now, my life has fallen into an endless routine. Eight o'clock, wake up. Eight thirty, get onto bus. Nine, school starts. Four o'clock in the afternoon, school's done, get on the bus. Four thirty, get home and do homework. Five, dinner. Six, finish homework. Seven, take a shower. Listen to sad music and cry myself to sleep by ten.

Boy, am I ever pathetic.

My twin younger siblings - Marina Edith and Malcolm Edward Harper - well, they don't really understand what happened. Mellie died and got put in a big hole. That's all they know.

My dad - Marcus Elliot Harper - is the pastor of the Lutheran Church of Hellsington. Only church of Hellsington, actually. Either way, Dad's recovered pretty well through his faith.

Mom - Melody Ericka Hansworth Harper - is just... there. A voice, really. The Voice of Mom doesn't have time for her three remaining children anymore. Always out on business. She's recovered a little bit.

As for me, well, I haven't recovered at all beyond not crying in school. But I try.

December 13th in Hellsington consisted of the first snow - and with it the first snow day, already scheduled for the next day - plus constant repeat of "On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree." It was also the one year anniversary of Melanie's death, but nobody seems to care about that but me. Oh, and a Sunday.

The Voice of Mom left early in the morning for some Christmas shopping, leaving me to watch the twins until Dad came back from his sermon, which probably would last a little over an hour since he was always the last to leave LCH.

The twins got sick as soon as the door closed behind her.

It was going to be a loooooong day.

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