shesepankh | ghost

Kindergarten teacher Renée Higgenbotham Swan (36) was killed in a car crash one mile from her residence in Phoenix, AZ, January 9, 2005. She is survived by her daughter Isabella (16). Her service will be held at -

Bella has the entire obituary pasted into a page of one of her compilation notebooks but tends not to re-read past the first lines. It's repellent. The concept of obituaries is repellent. The funeral is over. Renée's vibrant brief life has been summed up over the course of a paragraph, and is also over.

Bella pretends to sleep on the plane. Her neighbor is talkative and she doesn't want to say shut up, my mom just died, because - what if it doesn't work? What if this news doesn't have the power to bludgeon everyone else into stunned silence the way it does Bella?

Charlie collects her. Charlie hugs her. Charlie doesn't make her talk. Good wonderful understanding quiet Charlie does not say a word. He takes her home. Her room's where she left it last August.

It's raining.

Bella stays home, moving in, moping, for a day, and then she shows up at school, gray-faced and withdrawn. First class is English. Okay, whatever.

The teacher wants her to introduce herself. Bella wants to yank on the skinny end of his tie until he regrets making her.

She stands at the front of the room and says that her name is Bella Swan and she's moved here to live with her dad. The teacher makes an impatient go on gesture and she stands there for a moment before robotically saying the same thing she produced at the beginning of the year in her old school in Phoenix when they were doing go-around-the-room-and-share-facts. "I'm one of those people who actually likes Shakespeare."

He lets her sit down.

She sits.

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From:

morethanimaginary

"He would then move on to puppies, I have no doubt. Maybe endangered gerbils, after that."

From:

castmyown

"No, no, after puppies are lizards. I don't discriminate based on fluffiness."

From:

shesepankh

"How very forward-thinking of you."

From:

castmyown

"I try," he snickers.

From:

morethanimaginary

"Also I would punch him if he wasn't."

From:

castmyown

"It's true, she would."

From:

shesepankh

"Really? I wouldn't have pegged you as a - reptilian rights activist."

From:

morethanimaginary

"I like to mix things up and keep people guessing," grins Savannah.

Also she is gay. So if he brother wasn't forward-thinking, they would have a problem. But he is, so they don't.

From:

shesepankh

Bella is quite ignorant of that unspoken part. "Well, congratulations."

From:

morethanimaginary

"Thanks. I reserve the right to punch my brother if he is being a twit."

From:

castmyown

Darren snorts. "Thanks. I can feel the love. It's just radiating off of you."

From:

shesepankh

"I register my probably easily ignored disapproval of violence as a treatment for twithood. It underperforms in controlled studies."

From:

morethanimaginary

"Brothers are different. Because of reasons. I get rights to punch him for twithood."

From:

castmyown

"I think my argument against it was, 'How in the world would that help' and that didn't work, either. She's just going to punch me if I'm a twit, it's how the world works. Apparently."

From:

shesepankh

"Um, at the risk of totally killing some entirely healthy sibling... thing... you two are doing right now, my dad gets called to a lot of scenes of 'somebody is hitting their family member' and it's not cute?"

From:

castmyown

Darren raises an eyebrow. "I should actually clarify - she doesn't punch me."

From:

morethanimaginary

"Nope!" adds Savannah. "We should probably stop joking about it, huh? Whoops."

From:

shesepankh

"I mean, I have no siblings, maybe all people with siblings think it's hilarious and I'm the weirdo, but yeah."

From:

morethanimaginary

"Eh, more like we are just really comfortable with each other and know when each other's joking so we play along. At least in our case. I dunno about other siblings, twinning it up might make things different."