The Elementals #1 by Kiki XoXo (best books to read for knowledge .TXT) 📕

Once I'm home I head inside, going to the kitchen and grabbing the stolen box of gushers. Plopping onto the couch, I turn on the T.V and watch what ever is playing. Some kind of criminial show. Maybe Law and Order. Opening my third pack of Gushers, Mollly comes in and takes the box away from me.

"Hey, I'm eating those!" I say reaching for them. Of course I'm nowwhere close to actually getting them. I put my arms down, and try to ignore her standing there looking down at me. I don't know what her problem is, normally I could be hanging with friends, or at the training center, she is the one making me stay here! 

"Okay, fine. I get it, you have no life." She sighs, sitting next to me. Grabbing a pack out of the box. Now I'm watching her, where is she going with this?  "I just . . .  I wanted you to stay here, and I want to keep you where I can see you and protected!" She says, and I smile she is only looking out for me.

"I get, but I'm a teenager." I say, and I realize that isn't something you should say to your mom, but I just did so.

"Yeah." She looks at me, "You're a teenager, you need to be with friends. Not stuck at home all the time." She sighs, and I smile! Is her rope on me loosening!?  Starting tomorrow I'll let you go, do what ever." She says.

"Oh thank you thank you!" I say jumping on her squeezing her as hard as I can. Tomorrow I can try and hang out with Chaston and Flora! Maybe I'll see Janessa and Asia! We sit on the couch together watching the T.V for awhile, and finishing the box of Gushers. After awhile Molly gets up to make supper. I follow, if my mom is a good cook I must have some talent. Tying an apron around my waist to be funny, she puts me to work. Of course I get easy stuff like setting the table and making the juice. I don't think she trusts my cooking skills. Garret comes in a little while later, interupting me mixing the strawberry and banana juice. I've never heard of that being a juice before only shakes and stuff like that but sounds delicious.  Garret joins me, in getting out place mats and silverware once we finish with the table Molly  finishes with supper and we sit down and eat.

It's a quiet meal, and I'm unsure why. I thought Molly and I just worked everything out, so why is it so quiet? Maybe she is mad Garret had came home late from work. Which is very odd, he is normaly home early if anything.  I don't know if I should say anything either.  If they are fighting I should't get involved, isn't that how divorces get started? The kid gets involved in the fight and then the parents start fighting about that.  Pushing around the food on my plate ,just like  Molly and Garret, I let out a sigh. What a shame to, I get the feeling that this meal  was really good. It looks kind of like a stew, or casserole with lots of vegetables and some really good mouth watering sauce looking stuff drizzled on top. 

"How was your day Lyra?" Garret breaks the silence, and Mollly drops her silverware on her plate making a loud clattering noise.  I look from one to other, something is up, but what?

"Ah, my day was alright.  I slept most of the time, and just did nothing." I say, actually taking a bite of the food in front of me for the first time. "It's really good," I speak with a mouth full of food. "What is it?" I ask digging through looking at all the different ingrediants.

"I'm happy you had a good day." Garret says first, and then we both turn and look at Molly, waiting for her response. Nothing, he just keeps twirling her fork around on her plate. "Molly?" Garret speaks again, and Molly drops her fork again.

"Garret, this isn't okay!" Molly says, standing up from the table. "I don't want him to see her!" She goes on, standing up grabbing her plate of food. 

"For gods skae Molly. We hired him for a reason, just let him see her one more time. See if he could help!" Garret says standing along with her. I notice he is gripping his knife. "She said she would see him, she is going to see him!"  I rub my forehead, they're fighting about Dr. Drake.  It's sounding like I'm supposed to see him again, which doesn't make me happy, but it doesn't upset me either.  The last time I saw him, he gave me a cold shoulder and that hurt. . . a lot for some reason. The time before that though, we were definately bonding or something. We we're so close, and that tense feeling was in the air. I shiver just thinking about it. I need to see him. I need to talk to him about what the hell was happening!  Maybe I shouldn't though, I mean it's hard for me to be around him even so maybe seeing him and asking him isn't a good idea!

"I want to see him." I whisper, and the yelling stops. I look up from my plate of food, they're staring at me. "I still want to see him . . .  Dr. Drake that is." I say, standing up as well. I almost point, but I don't think that will work on my parents.

"Lyra I just don't wa-" Molly begins.

"Molly, she said she would see him. It's done and settled." Garret says, grabbing his plate and heading towards the kitchen. I take it that's the end of that conversation. 

"Is that what's going on? You two are fighting  over Dr. Drake."  I ask, walking over to Molly. This little squabble, has been going on for a while apparently,  because it just now blew up. I feel horrible knowing that I've been causing them trouble . . .  espicially without even trying to! Molly just sighs, gripping my shoulder.  "It's okay. Don't worry, I really do want to talk to him. If I can get memories back in a safe way I want to." I say.  She smiles,  then grabs her plate. I watch her as she goes into the kitchen. I let out a breath, and grab mine as well. Handing it over to Garret who already has most of the dishes done, I excuse myself upstairs. Showering and cleaning up my room,  I let out my frustration. My arms will more then likely hurt tomorrow because I dusted the furniture in my room twenty times. 

Plopping on my bed, I rub my forehead, and take a wiff or my room. Its smells like those lysol wipes, and lemon wood polisher. I almost sneeze breathing it in, probably wont need to dust my room again, for a couple years.  Turning on my ipod and turnging the music on low, I lay down and try to fall asleep. I'm going to see Dr. Drake tomorrow. . . or sometime soon! I've gotten the okay to see my friends, and go to the training center. I can get a life again! I can feel the grin spread across my face. Although you do have a, more then likely pshyco, out there trying to kill you.  My grin disapears. Maybe that's another thing I can talk  to Dr. Drake about. Probably not actually, I'll talk to Theodore about that, maybe  get more self defense training. Tossing and turning through out the night, I keep looking around y room to make sure that girl doesn't come and attack me in my sleep.

***

I jumped when  Molly opened my door and told me to get ready. I tossed for the umptinth time, looking for my clock. the whole night went by, and I didn't get one hour or one minute of sleep! Slipping out of bed I almost trip over my bed sheets that fall off the bed. What a great way yo start the morning! Brushing through my and hair and teeth, and throwing on sweat pants and a sweatshirt I head down stairs.  Grabbing a bowl and oatmeal, I sit waiting for it to finish cooking.

"Is that really what you're going to wear, you're seeing Dr. Drake." Molly says, gesturing to my lazy outfit. A buzz flows through my body, I am going to see him today! Do I want him to see me looking like this? I mean, sweats and air up in a messy bun, no make-up. Yep, need to change. I slip off the barstool and pause a moment. No, he gave me the cold shoulder. I'll do the same.

"It's just a Dr. Appointment, why would I get all dressed up and fancy?" I ask, then the timer goes off, and I grab my oatmeal. Molly doesn't say anything else before she leaves the room. I eat my breakfast in two seconds, I'm going in hyperactive mode knowing I get to see the sexy doctor. I want to slap myself, I feel great ad horrible at the same time.  What about Sebastien, I do like him a lot. . .  I more then like him (not love or anything). But it's different with Dr. Drake! Just thinking about him makes me jittery and excited! Which is weird, he is like 100 something and has blonde really blonde hair. I don't like boys with blonde hair, but him. . .  he looks like my dream guy or something. 

Putting my bowl in the sink, I head back up to my roon. Maybe just a little make-up and redo of my hair. Fixing my into a nicer looking messy bun, and a little eyeliner and mascara, I run back down stairs. Molly and Garret are waiting for me. Shoving on my pair of black Ugg like boots, we head out to the wagon. It takes what seems like hours to get to the castle, but once we're there I of course have to wait for a while before I can see him because he is busy talking with the king and queen. Molly and Garret push off to go find Chaston, so I have something to do . . . apparently the meeting he is in could take awhile. Walking down the hallway that holds all the bedrooms, I head to Chaston's room first. I don't know if I should see Sabastien. I know I shouldn't see him at all. Ever, but I don't know how long I'll be able to keep that up. Knocking on her door, I don't hear a reply. I lay ear against the door, wondering If I could hear her. I don't her her voice, but I hear a shower. or something running. I open the door a crack, peeking inside. No one, bt I can see the steam rolling through the crack in the door to what I assume must be her bathroom. Slowly creeping inside, not trying to be a stalker or anything I just want to let her know I am here.

"Stop it!" I hear her squeel in the bathroom. "I don't have much time, what is it you wanted to tell me?" I she says. I pause, who is she talking to? Then I hear a distinctive sound that is obviously kissing, and I start backing away.  Okay, no need for me to be here. I