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Chapter four ~Heather~
All I could do was stare at my mother in complete astonishment. A date. She had a date. This would be my mom's first time going on a date in four years. I had been thirteen when my dad had passed away from a heart attack. I remember the day pretty clearly. My mom's birthday was coming up, so Dad, Jake, and I had been planning what we where going to for her birthday this year. Every year we stepped it up a notch, even though Mom told us each year all she really needed was for us to be there on her birthday. Even though she new there was no way that would be the only thing she got. On the afternoon before her birthday, we decided we would be getting a family pet this year. So my Dad drove to the pet store and brought back the most adorable kitten from the shelter. As he was making his way towards the elevator that would bring him up to our apartment, he had a heart attack. By the time the ambulance got to him it was to late. The thing I never understood was what had caused the heart attack. And until this day, still no one new.
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I was jolted back into reality, when I felt my brother close my jaw. As I turned to glare at him, I saw my Mom looking at me, concern etched on her face. As she opened her mouth to ask me what was wrong, I turned towards Jake and blurted the first thing that came to my mind. "Mom's going on a date," You see my fellow people, my brother here Jake is overly protective of my mother and I. It took a second for the information to sink into Jake's brain. At first he sat completely dumbfounded with his jaw dropped all the way to the floor. But, when I reached out to shut his mouth, I found it had already snapped shut. When I looked closer at his face, I saw that his eyes where narrowed, and his face was slowly turning redder and redder. Pulling my knees to my chest and squeezing my eyes shut, I waited for reaction. After hearing nothing, I slowly opened one of my eyes only to blasted in the face with Jake yelling at the top of his lounges "WHAAAT!"
Thinking up the easiest escape route, I slowly scooted inch by inch away from him on the sofa. Jake had turned his head towards my Mom and asked in the most deathly calm voice, "Is this true?" My mom slowly opened her mouth and answered, "yes?" And then, Jake did the last tithing I thought he would do. His lips pulled up into a genuine smile and he pulled her into a hug. I sat there completely shocked. Of course, until he pulled back from my mom and asked, "Who is he?" " How old is he?" " Is he nice to you?" "How do you know him?" My mom replied, " Well his name is Michael Howardsonn, he just turned forty-one, and he's Heather's principle" Jake was quiet for a minute before he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that he started crying. "H-he iss H-H-Heatherr's prince-principle?" Just saying that sent Jake into another laughing fit. Huffing, I get up and head towards my room saying, "I'm going to go explore the backyard"
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As I step into my room, I head straight for the glass sliding doors. Opening them without looking where I'm walking I step on something. Looking down, I see that I've stepped on the corner of a small cardboard box. Picking it up I take it with me back into my room. Sitting on my bed, with the box in my lap I stare at it curiously. Going over to my door I shut and lock it quietly. As I pull apart the small folds on the top of the box, I reach my hand in to see what could be inside. Feeling something furry, With a yelp I retract my hand as fast as I possibly can. Because, of my fast movement the box fell off my lap and onto the bed. Hearing a squeak come from the other edge of my bed I jump up and walk cautiously to the other side. I couldn't help but gasp with happiness when I see what fell out of the box. The smallest kitten I have ever seen sat in front of me on my bed. I picked the kitten up and placed it gently on my lap. I stroked its tan brown fur for a few minutes. Not long after wards it started purring deeply, and looked up at my with its emerald colored eyes. After sharing those few minutes with my cat I decided on naming it Tinker Bell. I felt a few tears escape my eyes thinking back to the cat that my Dad had brought back before it died. We couldn't bare to keep it. It reminded our small family to much our deceased father/husband. Our neighbors back in New York City had ended up adopting him anyways. All I knew at this moment was that nothing was taking my kitten away from me.
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What do you think of Tinker Bell? Love or love?
