Finding what's lost

Chapter 2

*6 years later*

I woke up with the sun shining in my face. I got out of bed and got dressed and started making my breakfast when my cellphone rang.

" Hello, Taylor Gray speaking." I said lazily into the phone.

" Gray, where are you? You're late, again!" My boss yelled angrily into the phone.

"Mr. Leray, I truly am sorry but I'm not coming in today." I said remembering I have to go to work.

"Listen Ms. Gray, I know you aren't the pocket full of sunshine everyone wants to see, but please with your next job make an effort." He said calming down a bit.

" Hold on just a second Mr. Leray, with my next job?" Now I'm officially awake, and listening to what he has to say.

" That's right Ms. Gray, you are no longer going to work in my building anymore." He said with a professional voice to it, as if he'd done this countless times, which I'm sure he has.

"You mean I'm FIRED!" I say shocked.

" That's right no room for slackers  here at my building."

" Fine , but I would like to say one thing and one thing only."

"Yes Gray?"

He has no idea how long I have waited to say this. I just wish I could say it to him face to face.

" I don't like you and never have."

Him and I have never really gotten along, it was an absolute miracle that he had hired me in the first place. That was 3 years ago.

" You can come in at anytime today to pick up your things, um... well... you know what time doors lock at, I'm sure." He said almost as if he was uncertain if he should have called in the first place.

"Alrigh.....," I stopped and smelt a burning smell." I-I-I have to go." I stuttered knowing this wasn't going to be good. Then hung up my phone and ran into the kitchen.

I quickly turned off the stove that was cooking my egg, or what was my egg. I grabbed the pan forgetting it was hot and burnt my hand.

"Ahhh"  The pan went crashing to the floor, sending grease and burnt egg all over the place. I rushed to the sink and ran some cold water over my hand. Then I remember that my toast hasn't popped up yet. I ditched the sink and rushed to the toaster and pull the handle up. Just as I thought, black as a crow.

I dialed Logan's number hoping that he would be able to help me move the stuff out of my old office.

"Hey Tay, what's up?" Logan asked.

"Well lets see, today I managed to get fired, burn my hand cooking breakfast, and now have no breakfast, my days just fine how's yours?" I said sarcastically.

"Well you know nothing new.  You going to tell me how you got fired?" He questioned.

" I'll tell you if you could lend me a hand today, literally." I joked.

"Since when was spending time with you ever in the question, I'll be their in 10."

" Okay see ya."

" Later."

Then we ended the call.

I wanted to clean up the house a little before Logan got their.

I reached down and went to pick up the frying pan and burnt the same hand again.

"Ahhhh." I really need to learn.

I went back to the sink and ran some cold water on my hand, but then I got thirsty and drank some.

After getting a drink and cleaning up the toaster just before Logan knocked on the door.

"Hey Logan, come in."

"Hey Taylor, you said you I could help you out today." He said with a smile on his face.

"Yes first off cleaning up my breakfast, oh and be careful with the frying pan, I burnt my hand twice on it." I said making sure I remembered to tell him.

He walked up to me and looked at my hand.

"No, your wrong, first we need to wrap your hand up." He said matter-of-factly. He then walked me into the bathroom and started to wrap my hand up.

"Ok I'm fine, now can we clean up my mess."

"Yes I can clean up YOUR mess." He said jokingly.

We went to the kitchen and cleaned up my mess, well more like he did, then we went to the office to collect my things, then headed back to my house for noon. as we were going through my office stuff Logan was putting a document away when he saw something that must have caught his eye.

" Hey Taylor did your grandfather give you these books?" He questioned.

" Yeah. Why?" I questioned.

" Because the day before he died he gave some similar books." He said.

He gave me those books the day before he died too. Strange my Grandfather would never have 2 different piles of books that look the same unless they go together."

"That sounds like him, open up your letter, and I'll open mine when I get home." Logan was always up for another adventure, big or small.

After Logan left, I remembered my Grandfathers words. "don't open these books or read this letter until you are sure that you're ready."

I opened up the letter from my grand father, sure that I was ready, and it read,

Dear Taylor,

 If your reading this now, then you are ready for a new adventure. You don't know how much I wish I could be their with you and could be more help, can you continue my adventure? Do you remember those stories I told you and your brother when you were younger. Well they are more than just stories, they are lost pieces of history.

The books I gave you with this letter are all the clues I have, but Logan's Dad helped me through my part of the journey. Can you finish an old mans adventure?

Love Grandpa.

That was it all he had to say. I waited 6 years for a letter and some dusty books, that held an entire adventure. I'm going to talk to Logan tomorrow about his letter and see where that takes us.