Chapter 3 Last Connection

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Charlie's Point of View

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock. I hit the snooze button and climbed out of bed, groggily. PJ and Gabe weren't in the room, so they must have woken up already. I walked into the kitchen, where everybody was eating breakfast. The adults and PJ were drinking coffee.

"Hi Charlie!" Aunt Dana said, she always sounded cheery. I sat down next to Chiara and PJ and got a plateful of toast. Uncle Tom made the best French toast. I quickly gobbled down the French toast, and then gulped down my orange juice.

"Charlie, could you please get dressed, we will be meeting Spencer at the restaurant in a half hour." Dad said. I nodded, and walked back into the guestroom. Chiara had given me some of her clothes. I put on a purple t-shirt and skinny jeans.

I put my hair up in a low ponytail, and walked back into the living room. Mom, Dad, PJ, and Gabe were getting their jackets and shoes on. I put my Uggs back on, and slipped into one of Chiara's coats. We took Uncle Tom's car to Quikky Chicky, where PJ used to work when he was younger.

We found Spencer sitting at a large table, waiting for us. He had a depressed look on his face. "Hello," He greeted as we sat down. He shook Dad's hand and my mother kissed him on the cheek. A waitress came to take our order.

When the waitress came back with our orders, we all dug into our food. I ordered a Sprite, a Chicken Deluxe Kids Meal, and fries. We all finished our food and then Spencer ordered a large cookie sundae which everybody split.

"When is the funeral?" Spencer asked, signing the bill. "Next week," Mom answered, trying to be strong. Spencer nodded, and handed the waitress the bill with his money. We all got up and walked to the car.

"Would you like to come back to my house?" Spencer offered. We all agreed, and drove to his house. I had been here numerous times, every since I was a toddler. We walked inside the front door and sat down on the couch.

Spencer's parents came in, feeling sorry for our loss. They put out snacks and everything, and turned the TV on for Gabe and me. PJ was talking along with the adults. After a few hours, they served dinner. We had a turkey, it was delicious. Spencer's mom had made chocolate cake. I had a slice, and then went back to watch TV.

Spencer walked up to me while the adults were still having dessert. "Teddy, she wanted you to have something." He said, pulling a box from under the couch. I sat up, and opened the box. Inside was a diary, with "Good Luck Charlie" printed in script on the front. It was Teddy's handwriting.

I opened the diary, and began to read through. "She had made videos for you, but made this diary as backup, in case something horrible were to happen." He explained. Inside the diary was a complete record of everything that had happened while I was a baby. Teddy had made this to help me survive our "special" family.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the diary. Soon, my parents walked over to see what was wrong. I showed them the diary. "Well, Teddy. You always were prepared." Dad whispered, as if he was speaking to her.

"Teddy, she made these videos to give you advice." Mom explained. I nodded, and wiped my eyes. I took the diary back and embraced it. It would forever be an important treasure in my family, the last connection I had to the best person in the world, my big sister, Teddy.

That's the end of the story. I hoped you liked it, and sorry this last chapter was so short. Please read and review! Thanks!