Creative Writing: Clera's Love

Clera couldn’t help but to smile at her father’s light-hearted words and cheerful tone. Closing and locking her diary, Clera followed her dad out of her bedroom into the brightly lit kitchen. Clera had always loved the floor-to-ceiling windows in the kitchen that allowed natural light to diffuse throughout the vibrant room. Chris always used his free time at home to find a new way to improve the penthouse. Clera’s mother and Chris’s wife, Aubrey, admired the amount of effort her husband put into furnishing, styling, and renovating their home. In contrast, Aubrey herself had never been viewed as “creative”, she was a unique kind of different as one might say. Although she had a love for the creative arts, she extinguished the idea of pursuing her passion in them a long time ago for reasons her herself only knew. This morning however, Aubrey was focused on her daughter’s first day of high school. Did she feel sad for her? Possibly. Moreover, she hoped her daughter’s high school experienced was better than her’s had been.

“Not the best, but I’m awake aren’t I?”

Sitting down at the table, Clera was sure to quickly grab the cinnamon roll covered with the most cream cheese. Despite Clera’s slim figure, she had never been one to watch what she ate, or been on a diet. Nevertheless, Chris and Aubrey had been observant of their daughter’s eating habits since she was a toddler.

“Eat up, ‘cause we’re running a little late, m’kay?” Chris insisted pouring orange juice into a water bottle.

Clera felt a knot in her stomach form after hearing her father’s words. Was she ready to take on high