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Super-Earth
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- Mar 30, 2017
"We're having a guest for dinner tonight, Angie."
Eight words - one sentence. Somehow, that tiny little sentence ended up being the words that would change nineteen year old Angela Callahan's life completely on its axis. Until that day things had been simple - or at least as simple as they could be when you're a teenager and dating someone in their early thirties but hey - he was hot and he was rich and he knew how to both fuck her and love her. Or, at least, the teen was under the impression that he loved her. Maybe not - maybe she was too childish, too naive. Maybe she was just easy to trick and she'd fallen for it but really, Angela didn't care. All she knew was that the last few months of her life had been some of the greatest and she never wanted that to change. Finding out that her mother had a new fiance just made everything seem even better - her parents had her when they were still in high school and split before she was even walking, and Angela had always felt like her mother deserved to find love again. Sarah Callahan was proof that some times your high school sweetheart wasn't who you were meant to be with - and from what Ange could tell, this man really had promise. Because they were so close in age, a mere sixteen years apart, the two often felt more like distant sisters to each other than mother and daughter now that Ange had grown in to an adult.
So Angela aided her mother in preparing dinner: a simple roasted chicken with some stuffing, soft melt-in-your-mouth biscuits and mashed potatoes - the kind you mashed yourself, not the kind from the box. Meanwhile as she prepared she texted with her boyfriend, letting him know that she wouldn't be able to see him tonight as her mother had company coming over. Luckily he had been roped in to a shift and so Sarah was left in the clear to have the night to herself and to celebrate her mother's love. Before long their meal was almost finished being cooked and there was a knock on the door. After telling Angela to watch the food while she answered it, Sarah dashed to answer the door. The women looked very similar; Angela had inherited her straight nose and curly brown hair, and though Sarah stood a couple inches taller than Ange, Sarah's genes had still won out that battle against her father's height at six feet. However, Sarah's bright blue eyes lost the dominance battle to her father's brown and Angela was left with eyes the color of rich chocolate. It was the only feature she seemed to take from her father and the dark gaze was a stark contrast from pale, lightly freckled skin.
As Angela mashed the potatoes, one job left to be done, she heard the door close from the entrance to the house and she couldn't shake the feeling that something very, very bad was about to ruin this very, very good day of hers.
Eight words - one sentence. Somehow, that tiny little sentence ended up being the words that would change nineteen year old Angela Callahan's life completely on its axis. Until that day things had been simple - or at least as simple as they could be when you're a teenager and dating someone in their early thirties but hey - he was hot and he was rich and he knew how to both fuck her and love her. Or, at least, the teen was under the impression that he loved her. Maybe not - maybe she was too childish, too naive. Maybe she was just easy to trick and she'd fallen for it but really, Angela didn't care. All she knew was that the last few months of her life had been some of the greatest and she never wanted that to change. Finding out that her mother had a new fiance just made everything seem even better - her parents had her when they were still in high school and split before she was even walking, and Angela had always felt like her mother deserved to find love again. Sarah Callahan was proof that some times your high school sweetheart wasn't who you were meant to be with - and from what Ange could tell, this man really had promise. Because they were so close in age, a mere sixteen years apart, the two often felt more like distant sisters to each other than mother and daughter now that Ange had grown in to an adult.
So Angela aided her mother in preparing dinner: a simple roasted chicken with some stuffing, soft melt-in-your-mouth biscuits and mashed potatoes - the kind you mashed yourself, not the kind from the box. Meanwhile as she prepared she texted with her boyfriend, letting him know that she wouldn't be able to see him tonight as her mother had company coming over. Luckily he had been roped in to a shift and so Sarah was left in the clear to have the night to herself and to celebrate her mother's love. Before long their meal was almost finished being cooked and there was a knock on the door. After telling Angela to watch the food while she answered it, Sarah dashed to answer the door. The women looked very similar; Angela had inherited her straight nose and curly brown hair, and though Sarah stood a couple inches taller than Ange, Sarah's genes had still won out that battle against her father's height at six feet. However, Sarah's bright blue eyes lost the dominance battle to her father's brown and Angela was left with eyes the color of rich chocolate. It was the only feature she seemed to take from her father and the dark gaze was a stark contrast from pale, lightly freckled skin.
As Angela mashed the potatoes, one job left to be done, she heard the door close from the entrance to the house and she couldn't shake the feeling that something very, very bad was about to ruin this very, very good day of hers.