The Inheritance Book 1

Ch 48 Revelation: Kellyn Stanley [Tuesday Morning, Week Three]

Kellyn, lying on her side with an ice pack on her sore hip, pushed play on the old-school portable DVD player Miss Em had just dropped off for her. She was given special permission to watch in her room since she was stuck here for at least a couple days til she could crutch up and down the stairs.

The other kids were having a Harry Potter marathon in the parlor, but Kellyn was okay with missing it. Miss Em had brought a whole box of her own DVDs for Kellyn to choose from. She decided to start with a show called Psych.

She hadn't seen Mirabelle at all yet and, though she tried to talk herself out of it, that kinda hurt her feelings. Mirabelle had never even apologized for bumping into her on the log. Yes, it had been an accident, but if Kellyn had been in Mirabelle's shoes, she would have apologized immediately.

What if she had heard her and Hannah talking and laughing last night? She could have joined them, of course. But she could picture Mirabelle not wanting to. It would be awesome if Mirabelle was open to all three of them being friends now that she and Hannah were on good terms. But Hannah didn't think Mirabelle would be down for that. And maybe she was right.

Gnawing at the back of her mind was that one moment in the conversation where Hannah had said something that Mirabelle would definitely find offensive. But Hannah had been whispering, and it was literally less than a minute out of their 20 minute conversation. Surely, Mirabelle hadn't heard that one little snippet. Had she? Ugh.

Not knowing what was up with Mirabelle was like being on an emotional rollercoaster.

The first episode of Psych was half over and she realized she had been bouncing around inside her head the whole time and had no idea what was going on in the show. She looked at the buttons on the player. Which one would start the episode over?

"Come in," she called when someone knocked on her door.

Speak of the devil. It was Mirabelle with a breakfast tray. "Bed or table?" she asked, without a 'hello' or anything. Kellyn noticed she was in the same intimidating outfit she had been wearing on the very first day they arrived at Trecorin: super-short cutoffs and the super-tight Harley Davidson tank top.

Kellyn bit the corner of her lip and closed the player. "Table. I can crutch over there. Luckily my hip isn't broken, just strained and bruised. I only have to use crutches until it doesn't hurt to walk on it. The doctor said it might only be a few days or a week, but it might be longer too. Maybe up to six weeks even, but I hope not. Might as well go home in that case."

She rambled sometimes when she was frazzled.

"Well, hopefully only a couple of days, because the competition is on hold because of you," Mirabelle said as she took the tray over to the table. "That's what Haversham told us. Everyone got 50 points yesterday, so it basically has no effect on the standings. I think that's total bullshit though because obviously some of us went through a ton more than others. We should get more points."

"Yeah, true," Kellyn said, but she wasn't all that worried about the competition standings at the moment. She was more concerned with her Mirabelle standings. The suspense was killing her, she had to find out. "Hey, sorry if you came by last night and I was asleep or something."

Mirabelle picked out a couple blueberries from the fruit cup on the tray. "No, that's my bad. I should have come by, but Allora told us not to bother you." She tossed the blueberries into her mouth. "I probably would have stopped in anyway, but I took a really long shower. It was fucking cold up on that mountain. And when I finally got thawed out, I figured you were already asleep."

Relief swept through her. All was well between her and Mirabelle. "Oh, yes! I probably was! Anyway, I'm glad you're here now. Yay for us, we both made it off that mountain! Yesterday was all so crazy and traumatic."