Silver Pendants

A story about 3 girls who end up in the strangest of situations


3. Chloe's POV (Chapter 3)

I jump back in my chair as my monitor flickers off. My eyes race around the room searching for any sign of light. My clock has gone black and my lamp has turned off. 

"Are you freaking kidding?" I scream. After about 20 minutes of flipping my light switch on and off and practically button mashing my computer's power button, I give up and flop back in my chair. This is not what I need right now. I stride down the stairs, searching for my father.

"DAD, did you cut the power?" I yell. No response. He's always locked away in his so called 'man-cave.' I crack open his door. He looks up from a book that he's reading. Thankfully it's still bright outside, so there's no need for a flashlight.

'Hey Chlo. Guess the power went out. I think the electric company's on their way." He smiles. He's always so happy, and he thinks I am too. I guess I should be. He's so nice, and he never changed when mom left. He's always tried to get me everything I need, and I'm extremely grateful to him, for everything he does. I've never had the heart to tell him all of the things that go on that he can't see.

"Yeah, hopefully. I haven't eaten yet." I chuckle. "What're you reading." I plop down beside him.

"It's the story of how every angel gets their wings. They serve as a symbol of determination and protection"

"Huh. I didn't know you were into that stuff. Sound cool" I shrug. Just then my phone buzzes in my pocket.

"Well, sounds like you still have internet access. Better get back to that busy life of yours." He says

"Yeah, I better." I laugh. I walk up the the stairs too my room. If there's one thing I hate, it's checking my phone. I know that's not exactly a thing that that you'd usually hear from a teenager, but I have my reasons. Cautiously, I slide my phone out of my back pocket. I sigh. My inbox is flooded with an array of bills. Again, not a typical thing that you'd here from a teenager. Ever since my mom left us, paying for the electricity, appliances, water, and having any remaining savings was next to impossible. My dad doesn't know that after school, instead of playing sports, I'm working at a restaurant down the street, and he doesn't know that I've been intercepting half of our multiplying payments. Every month, it seems like there are more and more and more things that I need to pay, and the cash I'm getting just barley covers it. In fact, we're right on the brink of debt. I can't keep this up much longer. I know that. But I have to try, as long as I can. The stress of all this and being a regular teenager overcomes me. I grab a sweatshirt and frantically pace out the door. I try to wipe the tears, but they fight back. I wrap my arms around myself and look down as I jog into the woods. 

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