BPOV

    I sighed and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. How did this happen? How did this beautiful Sunday turn into such an emotionally draining, memory inducing, nightmare prone, painful day?

    All I’d wanted was to sleep all day today before going to work tomorrow, instead I got this: a band of evil vampires after me, a family of good vampires whom it hurt to love, a son with a pregnant girlfriend, and insomnia on top of everything else. I sighed again.

    “ I hope you’ve got a good plan.” I said to no one in particular. I got up and walked into the kitchen. A drink, that’s what I needed. I headed for the cabinet, but stopped with my hand on the knob.

    Not that kind of drink.

    I turned around and headed for the coffee pot. Coffee would ease my mind. I put on a pot and then went to get my laptop. As long as I can keep busy I won’t have to think about anything, especially them.

    I sat at the kitchen table and opened my email. I had only one: from the school. My job. I smiled as that memory hit.

    Angela and I were thinking about college. I’d withdrawn my acceptance to the University of Alaska Southeast and decided to attend Seattle University with her and Ben. We were looking at courses. I knew I waited to teach, but I didn’t know what I wanted to teach.

    I had actually been kind of afraid. If I taught history what was to stop me from talking about the vampire wars of the south. Math was completely out seeing as I sucked at it. English: I could start a debate on whether Wuthering Heights was a love story or a hate story, and that was sure to bring up bad memories. Science would remind me too much of Biology and all of the experiences I had there. PE was an absolute out seeing as I was so clumsy. So, it would seem that there was no place for me to teach.

    Until Angela decided to dare me to take a class in….music. I had gaped at her when she mentioned it. That was the worst idea ever. That would definitely bring memories that I didn’t want back. But, she held strong, begging and pleading until I finally agreed, causing many painful hours in the night.