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There is something mysterious about the life of Bobbie Frances, but she has never dealt with the odd feeling that lingers in her body. But when an old friend returns back into her life, she is forced to look the truth in the eyes...

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1. Chapter One

Bobbie Frances was late as always and as she pushed the classroom door in, she heard a deep sigh from her teacher.
“Finally you have decided to show your face, Bobbie.” Said the teacher, turning around to look at the door where the young student stood. A deep red blush appeared in her cheeks, embarrassed as she heard the snicker of her classmates. Instead of staying in the doorway and just disappear, which she deeply wanted to, Bobbie walked to the only available seat and placed her rucksack on the floor. There was several of people that continued to look at her, even glance at her every once in a while and all that she did was to keep her nose down and take notes in her little notebook.

By the end of the class, everyone rushed out of the door, as if it was a matter of life and death to get out of the classroom. She neatly packed her stuff down in her bag and left the room, but not without looking back at the teacher who was erasing the homework for the following down. The teacher was just as bad at judging her as her fellow students, but she was getting used to it. Walking down the hallway, down to the cafeteria for her free period, and Bobbie found herself a quiet spot to sit in. People rarely hung out in the cafeteria when the weather was great outside, but she preferred to be inside and do her homework for the next period and the next day. The only sound was the humming from the AC and the quiet clatter from the kitchen. She looked around in the room and smiled for herself. This was nice. Quiet. All that she wants was for her life to be this quiet always, but that was impossible. Maybe this why Bobbie cherished the tranquil so much, when she finally found it. She sighed in content, and took out her textbooks to study.

As always Bobbie lost herself in the homework and the tranquil environment of the cafeteria, so when another person entered the canteen, she felt irritation bubble inside of her and she turned to look at the girl who interrupted her.
It was an elegant looking girl, her hair tied back into a tight knot and instead of using hair tie, and she had a garland of daffodils. The girl was on the phone and talking loudly, so loud that Bobbie could not concentrate on her homework.
“Excuse me, but could you please lower your voice?” asked she, her voice a tone higher than usual. Talking was not something that she took pleasure in doing, for her it was more like a chore. Something that was just to get around in the world in which she was born. All that she wanted was to live in a world without noise. It was hard for her to understand that so many humans needed noise to achieve happiness, but she accepted that they had different opinions than her.
The girl looked at her when she spoke up for herself, but with a wrinkle on the nose. She did lower her voice, said something on the phone, and then hung up.
“You’re Bobbie Frances, aren’t you?” said she, walking closer to her. Bobbie physically pushed herself further back on the chair that she was sitting on and the stranger decided take a seat right next to her, making it harder for Bobbie to leave the table without seeming rude.
“I’m Caitlin.”
“Hello,” she muttered, her eyes shifting to the sides. She did not want to talk with anyone as there was still 20 minutes left before the break began, and she was not done with what she wanted to finish. It turned quiet again; the only loud sound that currently was in the cafeteria was Caitlin’s fingers tapping on her phone. Either a game or texting. Bobbie turned around and began pulling her books down in her rucksack, getting ready to leave. If she was lucky, there was a free classroom somewhere where she could finish her homework.
“Leaving already?” Caitlin grinned, as the girl pushed her away to get past her. She did not even look back when the girl yelled after her to come back to the cafeteria. She left it, gripping the rucksack close into her chest. She did not look behind when the girl called her name repeatedly.

As Bobbie waited for her ride after school finally ended, she wrinkled her nose quite a little when that Caitlin sat down on the same bench. A goofy smile was stuck on her lips and the girl handed her a slip of paper with a number on it.
“I never gave you my number,” said the girl, smiling politely to her, but there was still goofiness in it, though the only thing that she could look at was the daffodils in the brown knot. They were still fresh and beautiful, but it was now 3 hours since Bobbie last saw the girl and it did not look like she picked new ones. Could the flowers be fake? They looked so real that she could not stop staring at them and she did feel rude to do about it.  Bobbie averted her eyes, and then she let them rest on the piece of paper that Caitlin handed to her.
“I don’t use phones.”
“Well … you still have one, which I know.” Answered daffodil-girl, pointing at the phone that poked out of the pocket in her jacket. She did not get any answer but a shrug from Bobbie who got up from the bench when her foster brother came to pick her up. He drove a white, cheap, Kia that had years behind it, but because of how he treated the car it was still good looking.
“Get in the car, sis. Dad is waiting.”
She looked at Caitlin before opening the car door and sat down with the bag on her lap. Her eyes following the movements of the girl who walked away from the bench who waved at her before disappearing from Bobbie’s sight.
“Who was that girl, Bobsie?”
“I told you not call me that,” she looked up from the paper that she held tight in her hands. She was not sure if she wanted to destroy the paper or code Caitlin’s number into her phone, her parents would be proud of her for taking ‘initiative’ to make friends in school for once.
“Her name is Caitlin. She wants to be my friend.” Finally, she decided to tell it to her brother. She looked over to see Austin’s surprised face, but it was happy too. Not only by the fact that she actually wanted to talk with him and she had started to make friends.
“That’s great to hear, kiddo!” he exclaimed as he shot a glance to her side before returning his gaze to the road. A small smile appeared on Bobbie’s lips before resting her head in her hand. The two of them were deeply rooted and their brother-sister relationship was significantly different from those who had biological siblings. At least that is what her childhood friends told her. Seeing that she did not know of any kind of sibling relationship than the one that she had with Austin. Even with the odd looks they would get together, she would not trade the relationship for anything in the world. He was often her voice and when people started to mock her about being quiet or annoyed by sounds he would interfere and tell them kindly to eff off. Even if he loved listening to loud music in the radio, he would always turn it off when his little sister rode the car with him. Austin deemed her happiness and comfort more important than some silly music. She was happy this was how he felt; it was not something that she ever discussed but it was the subtle hints that gave it away.
“I think I might text her.” She said after a very long time of being quiet, knowing that he hated it when she went quiet during conversations. All that he did was grin at her and flash her a big smile.

When they got home, Bobbie hurried out of the car to get to the front door. When Austin said that their father was waiting, she wanted to know what was going on with him, but she also just wanted to spend time alone with her books and aquarium.
“Welcome home kids!” her father called out from the kitchen in which he always resided in, and she could already smell the dinner cooking. Curry and what seemed to be lamb. When she ended up in the kitchen with her father, he sent her a cheery smile and sat down at the dinner table to talk with her about her day. He was wearing a stupid apron she had made when she was 10. Bobbie loved seeing him in it. Made her feel loved by him.
“How was school my girl?” asked he, pushing a glass of water to her. Along with some fruit for his daughter.
“It was fine. I made a friend, well … I got her number.” Bobbie answered, before taking a piece of melon. It was sweet, tasting like honey and it was cool from being in the fridge all day.
“I’m glad to hear, kiddo.” He sounded so proud of her and it felt weird knowing that that was how that he saw her.  She pushed Caitlin and texting out of her head, there was things to do homework and eat the fruit placed in front of her.

When father and daughter was sitting across each other, you could see a stark contrast in their appearance. His skin was light, with a touch of sun from being outside and a golden undertone and his hair that once was brown was turning grey. The only thing that was lucky enough to inherit from her father was he beautiful grey eyes, but then that was about it. Her skin was darker, more of a russet colour with a golden undertone. Like her mother. Her own hair colour was a brown so dark that it looked black. It was never an issue for her, that they all looked so different, but for many people they saw her family as an odd bunch. Often people assumed that their family was joint even if this was a whole family. It was her wondrous mixed family and for her it was perfect in every little aspect. Even down to the crazy outbursts both her and her brother suffered from every now and then.
“Austin said you were waiting.” She said after a while of silence and he nodded.
“Yeah, I just wanted to hear how school went.” He answered, giving her a short hug and then returned to cooking the dinner.
Bobbie left the kitchen and walked upstairs to finish off the homework in her own room before that their mother came home. Not because her mother would be angry if she was not finished with the homework, but because when she came home, she wanted to spend quality time with her mother, now that she had promised her daughter that she would be home earlier. Because of her job, she was always overworking herself and rarely had a chance to spend time with her family, but after they decided for Bobbie to move school, she had made a promise that she would start working less and begin being home more and maybe take more vacation days just to relax with her family.
It meant a lot to Bobbie as she held her mother dear, but it also made her feel guilty if she didn’t have time because of school work. Therefore, she strived after having it done by the time her mother would be home, and all of the work she had done in her free period paid off when all she had left to do was the homework that was what were assigned to them that day.

 

 

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