The Year I Became Isabella Ande - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,31
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Grandma Stephy shakes her head. “Fine. Keep your secrets. Just know that I have mine, too.”
“Oh, we know you do,” Indigo says then moans through a giggle, “Oh, Harry.”
Grandma Stephy’s eyes widen. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You don’t know?” Indigo questions with doubt.
Grandma Stephy rolls her eyes. “How on Earth would I know what the hell you’re giggling about? You two think everything’s funny.”
“Only things that are funny,” Indigo says through choked laughter. “I know this might be past your time, but the customary rule for having roommates is to leave a tie on the door when you’re hooking up. That way, someone doesn’t accidentally walk in on something they don’t want to see.
The two of them start bantering, and I sit back in the seat and watch the homes as we pass them.
I’ve never been a fan of where I live, but after traveling and seeing so many historical places, Gothic buildings, and even an underground tunnel filled with bones, I kind of hate the homes built to show off the upper class. But the hatred I feel for the houses dissipates the moment we pull up to my two-story home, and is replaced by the deepest, nerve-striking anger I’ve ever felt.
It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to change. You’re stronger now, and you’re going to find out about your mother. Maybe you’ll even be able to go live with her.
After my grandma parks the car, I get out, go around to the trunk, and start piling my bags onto the ground.
“Here, let me help you.” Grandma Stephy shoos me out of the way, takes the last of my bags out, and sets them aside in the driveway. “You want me to help you carry them in?”
I shake my head. “I can do it.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, stealing a hesitant glance toward my house, probably afraid to leave me.
“I’m positive,” I say. “Would you stop worrying so much? Everything’s going to be fine.”
“You’re my granddaughter. It’s my job to worry about you.” She pulls me in for a hug. “If you need anything at all, you call me, you hear?”
“You’re still going to help me, right?” I ask. “You promised you would.”
“I told you I’d look into it, and I will, but I really think the best thing to do is talk to your father.” She pats my back. “Take a few days and let the trip wear off then call me, and we’ll figure something out.”
I nod, hugging her one last time before stepping away. “Thank you. Not just for the trip, but for everything.”
“I just want you to be happy, Isa.” She rounds the car and opens the driver’s side door, calling out, “And remember, I’m only a thirty minute drive away.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” I holler back.
Laughing, she gets inside the car.
I’m about to start up the driveway when the passenger window rolls down and Indigo sticks her head out.
“You know, I’m going to be visiting at least once a week to make sure you don’t go back to your baggy clothes, caterpillar eyebrows, and furry beast legs look,” she warns. “And if you’re not living up to your full potential, you’re in deep shit. I’m talking hours and hours of reading beauty magazines.”
My face twists in disgust and I give her a salute. “Yes, boss.”
“And don’t you ever forget that.” She leans out to hug me. “I can also take care of your sister if you need me to. Seriously. I’m an expert in taking bitchy girls down from their pedestals.”
I smile to myself, thinking about how mafia her words sound, kind of like the last thing Kai said to me.
Kai.
I scrunch up my nose. He never did text me back after I sent that photo. I’m not sure why, but it really started to bother me. Not in an oh-my-God-it’s-the-end-of-the-world sort of way, but more in a why-did-he-bug-me-for-a-photo-if-he-was-just-going-to-dis-me way.
My gaze drifts to the house next door and then to my own oversized home. It’s weird being back, so close to Kyler, Hannah, and Kai, when I no longer look like Swamp Thing. But changing my looks wasn’t about any of them. I just felt an overwhelming need to change into a person who is more confident, and didn’t base her looks on the negative comments her mother gave her over the years.
After Grandma Stephy and Indigo pull out onto the street, I hike up the driveway, towing two of my four bags with me.