All Chapters of The Hybrid Daughter : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I walked back inside the house. I noticed that mum set up dinner before they went upstairs. The table is set with the cutlery and flatware wrapped in the napkins arranged on the table. Next to it is a bowl for soup that is cooling, a small plate for the bread she as laid out and a large plate for the chicken in the serving dish on the table next to the serving bowls of beats, corn, carrots, and steamed spinach. I sit down and begin to serve myself. I go to the fridge; I find some of the goats milk in the glass pitcher. I find a glass cup in the cupboard and pour myself something to drink. I sit down again, and as I am finishing cutting up the chicken breast, I hear the sound of walking around upstairs. I hear hushed whispers which I am beginning to listen to more clearly.“Promise me you’ll never tell Molly about this” mother says.“Lucinda, I would never do that, I enjoy every succulent morsel you are willing to feed me sometimes when I visit. I mean you do not have to, and I would n

It is officially the weekend, and I am buzzing with excitement as I try to consider options to have a fun time. Today is also the day that I will be attending Cambridge University, a college tour of the place. I have been looking forward to this for months. I called Barbara to be sure that she is still attending as well. She assures me she will be there, and she is overly excited. I offer for us to take my car. She instead suggests taking the new one her mom just bought her as an early graduation present. Her parents will be out of the country and will not be able to attend the ceremony. Very typical. In all the years I have known her, I scarcely recall them attending any important even in her life. They have only attended the honor roll banquets where she has won an achievement award. They also attended on occasion her music recital, and her beauty contests. Her father, who is the head of Braxten industries, spoke about his company, and the charitable contribution they were making to

The nighttime came and so did the party that Barbara was gushing about. I, however, was dreading it. She knows that I am not a party person. I am more of a girl that wants to curl up on my porch and read a book, work on some homework, or write an article for the school newspaper. Speaking of paper, I rummage through my bag for my calendar book. I check my dates in it for any assignments which need to be done, and I check for articles that need to be written. School is ending very soon, and I need to make sure my article on “fashion for the future” is finished. This article annoys me. I really wish that I would have been voted in as editor. I know Monica Ripley was giving me fashion articles to mock me. She knows I am not into fashion, and I would rather do investigative reporting. She said “Leave that to the men” which really rattle my cage so to speak. She said if I do not do it, she will not give me a referral to the Cambridge Gazette. I ground my teeth, and knew she was

I awake to the sight of the sun pouring into the windows. I lost track of the time and slept the night away. I hear the doorbell ring. I race down the stairs, I look at the clock on the wall, and realize that it is ten in the morning. I hear the sound of the doorbell again, and judging by the time of the day it is, it has to be the postman."Hello, miss," the man says."Hello Mr. Porter, do you have news for me?" he reaches into his bag."Why I believe there is a letter here". I told him that I had been expecting a letter from the honors program.I finished school ahead of everyone else so, the principal said that I should keep a watchful eye on the postman to receive a notification. I thank Mr. Porter for delivering our letters and head back into the house.I put the mail for my mother on her desk and made my way to the parlor with the letter that I had been waiting for. As I open it, I read.“Dear Ms. Fawns,We are pleased to write to you and inform you that you have successfully won

He stares at her in bewilderment "Luci, what is wrong?" Hunter asked. I call her name again, and she seems to come out of a daze. She straightened up when her gaze fell on us, and a pleasant smile displayed on her face. "Oh, I did not hear you get home, nothing is wrong, I was just worried about where you were" Hunter and I stared at her."Did you not see the note that I left you?" I asked her, I know I left one on her desk.She seems to widen her eyes briefly, "I must have missed it." Hunter and I feel a little dubious.She is lying but neither of us questions her. She walks away from us like nothing happened. I am genuinely concerned; she does not seem like herself. Though some days it honestly difficult to really tell who she really is.My stepfather is not aware but, yesterday. I came down the stairs and heard her in another room speaking like there was someone in the room with her. I hid against the wall and peeked around the corner. I saw a black shadow figure in front of her. S