Melanie: Sequel to Melody

[Firefly]

But I am verdy short... not even 5 feet tall yet! ._____________.;;

[moko]

me, too!

[pendulous threads]

Wow...I have brown/red/blonde hair (just got the red today) and blue eyes. And...I'm 5ft. 6in. Well...sorry I haven't been able to write much...I might write more tonight if I get done with cleaning early!

[pendulous threads]

>_< What about the tallies? WHAT ABOUT ME? *Sobs* Tall people are cool too. Lol.

[BorderWolf]

Yes us tallies are nice. I'm 6' tall

[pendulous threads]

YAY! Go tall people! *Giggles*

[pendulous threads]

I found the time to write some more...

Chapter Ten: Poison

Dad and I walked home together in silence. It was ackward. There was tension between us still, but it was slowly fading away. By the time we got home it was abot 1:00. Brandon and Jon were at the table eating sandwiches.

"Hey dad...hey Melanie." Brandon said with his mouth full. "Want one?" He held the sandwich in the air. Dad shook his head and turned to go back outside and finish the work. I nodded and went over into the kitchen to make myself one. I sat down across from Brandon and started eating. Jon glanced over at me and looked sad. "So...what's up, Melanie? What are you planning on doing today?" I shrugged.

"I don't know. Probably clean, cook dinner, and do laundry." I answered. Brandon glared at me.

"Sis, don't work too much. You're just a kid." Brandon said. "Besides...that's what dad is for."

"Well...dad can't do everything on his own. Now can he?" I shot back. "I need to help. I can't stay a kid forever. I think it's time we start taking responsibility. We need to do something. When I get older and get married...doing house hold chores won't be a problem because I started doing them at such a young age."

"Do you want me to help you?" Jon offered. I thought for a moment. I could use his help...but...I'm trying to avoid him.

"No, I think I can handle it by myself." I got up from the table and washed my plate off. I can be an adult. I'm responsible. Just then I remembered the conversation dad and I had a while ago about being a kid. About not growing up too fast. I sighed. Maybe I wouldn't clean or do laundry today. And I wouldn't cook dinner...I'm a horrible cook anyways. I went into my room and slammed the door shut. I don't want people barging the room while I think. I sat down on my bed and started to think over some things about Jon. I wonder if he took my advice? Suddenly Brandon and Jon came into the room. Jon sat in the chair and Brandon sat on his bed. We all kept quiet and did our own thing. I thought, Brandon read a book, and Jon admired the art work on his wrists. Finally he broke the silence.

"Hey, Mel?" he said. I didn't answer. "Mel? Aren't you going to talk to me?" I shook my head. "Oh, come on! You're my best friend! You have to forgive me!" I shook my head again. "Well, anways...I..."

"You know what?" I interrupted. "I don't want to hear what you have to say, so I would advise you shut your freakin' mouth before I get ticked at you. More than I already am, Jonathan."

"Jonathan? Since when have you called him that?" Brandon exclaimed, getting involved in the situation.

"Since we were 5 years old." Jon said.

"How would you know? Are you keeping track?" Brandon sneered. Jon blushed and answered, "No!" I tried to tune them out, but it wasn't that easy.

"Anyways..." Jon started. "I took your ad-"

"Jonathan..." I sighed. "I don't want to associate with you any longer. I advise you leave me and my family alone. I don't want Brandon getting any of your bad habits."

"But I-" he started again.

"I said I DO NOT want to hear it." I snarled. "Meaning, I want you to shut your mouth. And I also want you to leave me alone. You say we are best friends...but it's not the truth. Is it?"

"Yes...it is." He whispered. "We have been best friends since we were in diapers! Don't you care?"

"No, not really." I sighed. "I don't need any friends. I don't need any family. All I need is myself. I can take care of myself and do what I want."

"Looks like someone is shutting the world out." Brandon muttered. "And why do you hate Jon so much, all of a sudden? I thought you lo-"

"Nope. Never did, Brandon." I said. "I never will either. You want to know what I think about him? Okay...he's a selfish, stupid..."

"Don't you think you're overreacting." Brandon said angrily. "What is your problem?"

"Why don't you ask Mr. Cutter over there? He might tell you the story." I said. I got up and walked out of the room and outside. I didn't see dad anywhere. He must be in the barn taking care of the animals. I looked around the field and spotted something laying on the crops we were growing. I suddenly felt sick. I had an idea of what it was laying there...and once I walked over...I found out I was right. It was dad...and he wasn't breathing. I was too shocked to cry...to used to the pain. I could see a small puncture on his arm. Something was injected into him...poison is my guess.

[Ksirb]

OOOOOOOOOO NOT MORE DEAD PPL!!!!!!

[pendulous threads]

Yes...more dead people. That was the last one though. *Cheers yet sobs at the same time.* My poor Cliffy.

[Firefly]

=o Poor Cliff...! Even though he's not my favorite, BUT STILL! ;___; When I read the title I thought Jon was gonna poison himself!

[pendulous threads]

I know...she is stubbourn. Like her father. ^_^ *Sniff* My Cliffy is dead. How did I bring myself to kill him?

[Firehead]

No!!! *turns* yesss! I really dont like Cliff, but why did he kill himself? Did he kill himself?

[pendulous threads]

Lol...a lot of people don't like Cliff. *Sigh* Oh well...no he didn't kill himself. Richard did. Sorry I didn't put that on there. It will say something about it in the next chapter.

[Firehead]

That was a spoiler! Nooooo! (cool)

[Ksirb]

EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLL Richard............OOOOO well i still like doc better than Cliff