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*Note: Please read chapter 1 (Put in stories on accident) ans chapters 2-4 to understand the following chapter.
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Julie,
You know, my mom always said, "Give people a second chance. People change. Just give them time." Well, I've given my dad five years, and he still hasn't changed, and I am DEFINITELY done with second chances. I've been here for half an hour, and I know my dad definitely hasn't changed. And to think, I haven't even seen him yet. I know that people forget, but seeing his own daughter who just flew over an ocean to see him, is not a forgetting matter. But, knowing my dad, he can forget that the whole world blew up. So, this doesn't even preview the amount of things he can forget. So what, I'm pre-judging. But so what! He's my father! I should know him well enough to prove that this is the way is, and will stay.
Gosh, I wish you were here.
~May
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I shut down my computer and put it away, then suddenly I heard small knocks on my door. "Come in," I said absentmindedly. The door swung open and Will appeared in the doorway. He walked in slowly, as if not wanting anything disturbed, as if there was anything TO disturb.
"I'm sorry, but your father has a dinner meeting at five. He said he'll try to be home by eight," he said. Will cautiously backed away and slowly exited the room.
I listened to his footsteps fade into the distance, once I was sure he was out of earshot, I screamed, a high-pitched, loud, scream. Then, as if that weren't enough, I picked up a pillow on the bed and began to punch it. "Why does he completely ignore me," I cried out to no one in particular, to the beat of my blows at the pillow, "This-Proves-It!!! He forgets everything! Why doesn't he ever care! I hate him! I HATE HIM!!!" Feathers were now flying out of the pillow. Then, dissatisfied with the pillow, I chucked it across the room. It slammed against the wall and fell silently to the floor. I watched the pillow with hatred, then, after a few seconds I relaxed. I quietly lied back onto the bed. I sank into the mattress and let what just happened slowly sink it. *Alright, he won't be home until late. So what? I can't change it,* I thought to myself, *I might as well make the best of it, right?*
I ran over to my suitcase and changed into my Green Day shirt, and my favorite jeans. They're capris and they are so dark in color, you can't tell if they're really dark blue of black. Hopefully, they'll give me good luck. Last I put on a pair of flip-flops. *There, perfect,* I thought.
I ran down the stairs and ran toward the door. I swear, the lady must have a hidden camera or something by the front door, because before I could even touch the door, Gigi found me.
"Going out?" she asked in a suspicious voice.
"Um...yeah!" I said. It took me a while to understand what she was saying. But then again, it's almost impossible to understand anything, if a person has that heavy of an accent.
"And where?" she asked. Her accent only seemed to get heavier.
"Um...Out?" I said not sure how to react. How am I supposed to know how gullible she is?
"O-Kay!!!" she said joyously, "You are just like your father! Always Out!" The lady smiled widely.
I returned her smile with a less joyous, almost unhappy (if there is such a thing), smile.*I am NOT like my father! We are completely different!* I then slowly opened the door and backed out, still facing her, with the false smile on my face. She simply returned my smile with a joyous, happy one.
I slowly backed out. Step by step, until I had finally gotten outside. Then I slammed the door shut and sighed deeply. *Ah...fresh air...* I thought. I stepped out onto the paved driveway and skipped down it happily. Then I was stopped by the calling of my name. I turned around. And there I saw him. Will, except, instead of DRIVING the limo he was WASHING it.
"Hey, where are you going?" He asked. Unlike Gigi, he sounded happy and not suspicious whatsoever. I wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing, so I simply nodded.
"Need an escort? I know every place in town. All I need to do is finish washing the car." he said happily.
"No, I'm fine, I'm just going to take a look around town," I said equally happy. Will nodded and went back to washing the car as if nothing had every happened.
With all that said and done I continued down the driveway at a steady pace. Then, deciding I needed some entertainment, I started to whistle. I then turned onto Harly Boulevard, then took a left onto Ginger Road, soon after reaching the end of the road, I did a U-turn and somehow ended up on Jarken Street. Soon I stopped keeping track of street names and looked more at the buildings. They were all tall, and were all squished together like townhouses. Big ones, small ones, yellow ones, blue ones, seemed to pass by me. Soon I lost track of the time too, I just continued to look at the beautiful things before me.
*Hm...I wonder if I should stop by the boutique...* I thought to myself. I happily walked into the boutique, where I found a variety of things. Then, I found a cute little hand bag. It didn't look too expensive or too cheap so I decided I should buy it for Julie. I brought it to the cashier. The women smiled at me happily. Though I'm positive she was thinking, "Ah! Another sucker willing to buy my over priced products!"
"That will be that will be 20 pounds," the women said happily.
"Ok," I started to search my front, right pocket. Nothing. I smiled a nervous smile at the lady. She rolled her eyes. I then checked my front, left pocket. Nothing. Then, I checked my back pocket. I felt something. I quickly took the object out of my pocket, and it revealed my wallet.
I quickly flipped through the bills one by one.
"Hey, how many dollars are in a pou-" The lady didn't even let me finish my sentence.
"No American money." she said, in an angry British accent.
"Can't you just let me-"
"No. Leave," the lady said pointing to the exit. I turned around on the heels of my feet and started to walk away. Then, I stopped.
*Two can play at this game,* I thought.
I shouted over my shoulder, "By the way, you put the prices up too high for your FOE diamond display." I made sure I put just enough stress on the word "foe" to make sure the ladies buying from her diamond display could hear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the two ladies throwing a fit with the cashier. *SCORE!!!* I thought. Satisfied, I happily walked from the store.
I continued to walk down several more streets with a smile on my face, but then I heard thunder. And soon after rain began pouring down. Almost instantly I was soaked to the skin, and sadly, not only did I forget British money, I forgot a jacket, too. My smile faded and I shivered. Cold and miserable I ran down the streets, looking for a way home. *Where is it? Where's the freakin' mansion!? It's impossible to pass something by THAT big!!!* I thought to myself as I searched for some form of shelter from the rain. Luckily, I found some form of shack.
I happily walked into the shack, then, soon after, I found out that it wasn't a shack, but a bar. Though, it was as empty as a shack. The only people at the bar were the bartender, and some guy that was probably a little older than me. Other than the bar there were three tables and a stage. And in big letters over the stage there was "Jammin' Java" in big neon lights. And then I noticed the bar also had a theme. A 50's theme. Honestly, it looked like I had walked into a hippy's "Pad" or something. The walls were covered with bright colors, that had faded over the years, and there was a big mural of a peace medallion on the left wall. On top of that, all of the tables and chairs were multicolored, and the bar and barstools matched. And "peace" music was playing through the speakers of the radio sitting on the stage. Also, everything was out of date. The radio, the blender, the microave,...EVERYTHING.
I, though not exactly sure if it was safe, walked across the room and sat at the bar.
"Hey, welcome to Jammin' Java, how can I help ya, dear?" the women said. She seemed like she was probably thirty, but it was hard to tell because the light over the bar had burned out.
"I'll have a..." I looked up and noticed there was no menu, "...whatever you have."
I reached into my wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill and attempted to hand it to her the money, but the women refused. She sighed and pointed to the dust covered sign sitting on the edge of the counter. "NO AMERICAN MONEY!" it said.
"Great..." I said putting the money back into my wallet. I sighed and leaned back in my bar stool. The guy sitting next to me looked at me then at the bartender. He then, reached into his pocket and pulled out some weird kind of currency. He handed it to the women and said, "Two iced mocha's, Elisa."
"Right away!" the bartender, I'm guessing who was named Elisa, said happily. Elisa turned on the blender and started to put random ingredients in it.
"You know, I don't need your charities," I said to the man next to me.
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