Cecil's Everything: July 2009

Ever feel like you’ve been asleep at the wheel for half your life and no matter what happens or how lost you get, you just can’t wake up until you find that special place in you lifetime to fill the emptiness so much that it finally wakes you up, so that you can great the day? Well, that never happened to me yet, I’m only eleven, but I WILL tell you what happened.
I was born about 7 months ago, a love child courtesy of a marriage and the first day of their honey moon, I was the long awaited Fenton kid. Lily is my name, Daughter of Danny Fenton and Sam Manson (both very young 19 for Sam and 21 for Danny, why I’ll tell you later). The entire desert in the sea anticipated the nine grueling months of Sam’s pregnancy. (Come on, I’m special ^_^) and, so, it finally happened. Nine months were over, Lilith Coda Fenton was born.
About a month after that, Danny found a job. It was a ghost fighter pro group or whatever. I don’t know, but they find the ‘bad’ ghosts in ‘everyday people’s bodies and expel them. There are a lot more halfas then you think. I should know, I am one. So, once his job kicked off, we were instructed to move, by then, about four months had gone by and I shot up like a sprout, literally. I had turned eleven. But, Danny was so busy, he didn’t notice, but Sam knew there was something up with me from the start.
So, yah, I think that’s all you need to know to start the story ^_^

I had turned over a new leaf. Everything was fresh and new like life. I watched the leaves shift in the trees. I think I might like it here, if I somehow turned into an enigma and wasn’t allowed to go to school. I don’t like it here that much, at least not yet. I most certainly don’t adore the name of our new town…smith. But, its an ok name. I don’t hate it.
We pass my new to-be school; the name was etched in the stone on the top of the building in some fancy writers print. It said, ‘Jon Hasper middle school’. The whole building is white pave-like stone. It looks almost alive, like it could stand up and shake my sweaty long fingered hands. I shake.
“everything ok?” Danny, my dad asks me. I smile a bit. I have to lie to him or he will start to worry, and he’s pretty happy with his job, I wouldn’t want him to lose it all at my expense.
“yah, just nervous, I haven’t ever been to a real school before.” I say. I look back outside. Sam, my mom, looks at me through her car mirror and smiles. She looks nervous too. Why? I don’t know, she works from home, mostly for Danny, or me, filling out the long winding papers and lying about my birthday so the would except me into school and not the 6 month old their expecting me to be. I just want her to be happy, and I hope she is.
“it will be fine.” She finally states to me. I nod and inch down in my seat.
I hope they don’t have parents day, not like my parents would come, the people there would probably just laugh at me and say that they were not my parents, but my siblings. That’s a good guess.

We finally make it to our new house, the moving trucks are there already and Trisha, our dog, rather, Danny’s dog, is already out, surveying the place and peeing in the woods. I get out of the car as soon as it shuts off and run to Trisha, who runs form me as I chase her around the house, looking at it at the same time. It is pinkish brown. Its nice, with distressed blue shutters. The door is dark oak.
“Lily, come here!” Danny yells at me. I turn and run at him. He grabs me and lifts me up. We walk into the house. Mina, Sam’s cat is asleep already on the stairs. Danny lets me go and I run upstairs. I must have startled mina awake because she runs after me hissing like crazy.
I finally found my dream room. It’s very nice; it’s a very light lime color and light from the outside pours trough the window seat regularly. This is MY room. No one can take it from me. My bed’s sitting in the corner already, but I’m more interested in the window seat, that could be a bed. I smile greatly and go looking for my parent’s room.

After a while of unpacking and sorting out the memories of our past ‘house’ more like apartment if you ask me, I go outside for about 4 hours. I watch Trisha run around the house. Sometimes I wish I was her, carefree and utterly stupid, erm, oblivious to the world. The moving trucks had left the first hour I was out here, and I haven’t seen my parents since. Ah well, I’ll remain clueless even though I know somehow.
I sit in a very low bending tree and watch the kids play in the park. I don’t really care for outside human contact. I want to stay with my family thanks. I don’t really like other people, they are SO unpredictable. I don’t like them, end of story.
I continue watching them, till I hear a distant door close. It is Sam. She is wearing Danny’s robe on top of her wrinkled clothes.
“what are you doing up there?” she asks me.
“sittin’.” I say locking my head in an awkward position. I watch her walk around with a big smile on her face. I play with my black and blue stripped hair.
“I’m going to like it here, more…romantic then our apartment.” Sam said. She cocked her head to one side as her hand danced along her sides, a giddy smile growing on her face.
“So…I’m guessing everything is going well?” I ask. I continue watching her walk. She plays with her hair.
“yes.” She says breathlessly. “would you be ok with siblings?” she looks at me directly.
“I don’t really have a choice do I?” I ask somehow knowing it was already done.
“no, not really.” She says. I sometimes think her mouth is going to rip out of her face, she's so happy. “come on, I’ll take you to the park, learn to interact with people.” She says. I close my eyes.
“I don’t want to. If you’re making me, you have to get dressed first.” I say. She nods and walks to the house. I smile.
Once she is gone, I fly up into the air. I fly around my house and go to my parents window. The blinds are closed, but I can hear inside.
“what did she think?” asked Danny. I heard a shuffle of papers or clothing before the response.
“she said she didn’t have a choice.” Sam said. I hear some rustling and I think they are hugging.
“maybe we should have asked first, what did you say?” Danny asked in a sweet voice, sort of muffled.
“I said, not really.” Sam said. I hear her zipper her pants, they must have pulled away. I don’t want to hear anymore, so I go to my room and grab my notebook computer (the one that flips its top so you can write on it) and a backpack, that’s blue and professionally frayed. I fly back outside and land back in the tree before Sam comes.

We walk to the park, we don't talk that much, just small talk like saying how nice the weather was, or stuff like there are sure a lot of kids in this town. I really don’t want to interact with people.
We reach the park. I see a pair of swing seats and immediately fall in love with the things, only on problem, they were all taken. I watch the kids go up and down on them and wish I could have a turn. Sam must have heard me thinking.
“you want to try out the swing?” she asks, she seems pleased.
“yah, I’ll wait till they get off.” I say looking at my black pants.
“you should ask for your turn, what if they never get off?” Sam asks me.
“then I’ll be sad.” I say stubbornly. I walk over to the swing set, knowing that she was right, half of them look like they’ve been there forever.
“erm….” I start off, I don’t know what to say. I kick at the ground and look at the magnificent swings going back and forth. “I wanna turn.” I say in a whisper.
One of the adults’ look and me sort of odd. “Did you say something?” she asks standing up. I shake my head, feeling tears weld in my eyes. Sam finally cuts in. she can’t take it.
“she wants a turn on the swing seat, we are new here and Lilly’s sort of shy.” Sam said as if it was a demand. I nod.
“Please?” I whisper. The woman nods.
“BEATRICE! Get off the swings someone want a turn, go play with your brother.” Said the woman. She looks at Sam. “I’ve never seen that sort of stick up from a teenage sister or brother.” She compliments Sam. For some reason, that hurt my feelings.
“She’s my mom.” I say with some sort of pride. The lady looks at me strange.
“yes, I’m her mom.” Sam said closing her eyes. I see the swing that’s open and run to it, I’m done defending Sam.
“interesting.” I hear the lady say. “you look young how old are you?”
“22.” Sam lies. I smile and laugh wondering if her lie will work. I start to swing up and down.
“you are not.” The woman accuses. She stamps her foot on the ground.
“right.” Sam said smugly. “I’m 19, but I think that’s a perfect age, I’m out of high school and I have a husband, far earlier then anyone here, and since technology has advanced, I can work from home and learn from home, while taking care of Lilly.”
“how old is Lilly?” asked the woman.
“Eleven, I adopted her.” Sam lied. I smile again.
“why would you have to do college from home?” the woman asked.
“you ask to many questions, we’re really not that interesting, it seems to me that you want more then questions answered, leave my mom alone.” I say gaining courage. I don’t want to jump down and defend my mom however, I just keep swinging, and looking at the women.
"she looks like you." the women says ignoring my request. "interesting how she seems un-phased by the fact that she's adopted." i freeze. she said un-phased. phased...ghosts...was she a spy for the government? they are out there, I mean, that's why we moved, because an elite group of spies, don't like that Danny's work is based around something they had to destroy, the evil ghosts that control people on the inside, I think it's called...overshadowing. I heard Danny talk about it to Sam once, a few weeks ago.
"fine, she isn't, happy? I was a messed up kid, who married her high school best friend." Sam growls. she walks away from the women and sits on a bench away from her, and me.
I am alone.
i look to my right, and to my left, surveying the kids in the park, a lot are younger than me. the ones on the swing sets next to me seem older, or I just look young. I catch the attention of a kid 3 swing seats down from me. he looks a bit younger than the rest of the kids, but that may not be the case, like me. I'm small too.
"hi." I venture. he just blinks at me. "I'm Lilly." I continue, "I just moved here from Denver…do you know where that is?"
"yes, are you naïve? you're suppose to learn all capitals in school." the kid says, matter o factly. I look at him like he just squashed my favorite caterpillar. he's not nice…
"no, I'm NEW." I yell. Sam looks up and glares daggers at me. I could tell what she's thinking, 'don’t draw attention to the fact your different.' ok.
"well, Sorrrrrrrrrrrrry." the kid says sarcastically. "what up with your hair?"
"what up with the attitude? let's stay on THAT topic." I bark. "I was born like this." I say quieter, so my mom doesn't hear me.
"weird." the kid says looking at my hair. "why do you think you can talk to me?"
"it’s a free country." I say simply.
"you've got guts." the kid says smiling. "I'm Kevien Prickles."
"are you Bipolar?" I ask, sort of angry. now he's being nice?? I stop kicking and let my feet hit the ground, hard.
"no, what's your name?" Kevien asks. I stand up, and puff my chest out, trying to look bigger then I am.
"I already told you." I say angrily. "I'm Lilly Fenton."
"Lilly." Kevien repeats. I nod. "how old are you?"
"Eleven." I say simply. Sam's getting up and coming over now.
"I'm Thirteen." Kevien says. "what school you at?"
"Jon Hasper middle school, or in the past, they use to call them junior high's." I say sticking my tongue out.
"Lilly, we better go, Danny's probably looking for us."