Post by BeautifulDreamer on Mar 27, 2010 9:58:56 GMT -5
a few days ago my parents called me down the the kitchen table witch we all know that when called down to the kitchen table there are exactally four pocibillities that could happen, one it time to eat, except it was eight o'clock at night we had all ready eaten supper. two your grades is school are going down and you were going to be grounded for the rest of your life, except i had perfect grades a beautiful 4.0 grade point averadge that my parents are vary proud of. three they wanted to have......THAT talk the talk about birds and bees and all the outh okward stuff, except we had that talk when i turnd 12 then again when i was 16. then there is the fourth the wore reason there could possibley ever be whe you lived in a small town with lots of trees and parks and every body knew everybody.it was the talk about expanding your horizons the talk about spending youor next two high school years in a school that can keep up with your grades, and scine that was the only possibility i was ready for it i had a speatch writen out in my minde befor i even reatched the table, but the look on my mother and fathers face said everything that there was a fith reason a reason i did not think up and by the look on my brouthers face ment that is was bad, the horibally hilarious open mouthed look of exasperation.
i sit at the table and slap michell to wake him up. "all right somebody tell me whats going on before i have to slap michel again." i said and put my shouldes on the table looking my parents strait in the face daring them to give me bad news. it was when i saw my father swallow hard that i knew it WAS bad.
my mouther sighedand met my gaze, "stephenie.............your father.............your real father, was in a car crash yesterday."
i sat there dumb founded 'did she just say REAL father'. most teanagers have the dream of not being a true blood relation to their siblings but not me i don't really care but what i do care about is not knowing that this guy sitting infront of me who looked guilty as hell who had given me all those talks those warnnings to all the boys who dared to ask her out was not her real father. "what are you talking about he's right here." i say to make him smile and know that i still think that he's my father.
he looked at me and gave a thankfull smile but then my mother took over again. "stephenie i am being sirous we are going to his funarl in new york this weekend."
so as i am paking my bags frieday night little did i know that my would would soon flip up side down that i would soon see things that no body else can see. that i would soon go on an adventure in the noware else but in the dark and treacherous pit of hell.
i sit at the table and slap michell to wake him up. "all right somebody tell me whats going on before i have to slap michel again." i said and put my shouldes on the table looking my parents strait in the face daring them to give me bad news. it was when i saw my father swallow hard that i knew it WAS bad.
my mouther sighedand met my gaze, "stephenie.............your father.............your real father, was in a car crash yesterday."
i sat there dumb founded 'did she just say REAL father'. most teanagers have the dream of not being a true blood relation to their siblings but not me i don't really care but what i do care about is not knowing that this guy sitting infront of me who looked guilty as hell who had given me all those talks those warnnings to all the boys who dared to ask her out was not her real father. "what are you talking about he's right here." i say to make him smile and know that i still think that he's my father.
he looked at me and gave a thankfull smile but then my mother took over again. "stephenie i am being sirous we are going to his funarl in new york this weekend."
so as i am paking my bags frieday night little did i know that my would would soon flip up side down that i would soon see things that no body else can see. that i would soon go on an adventure in the noware else but in the dark and treacherous pit of hell.
can't wait to read the rest =^.^=