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Important A/N at the end of the chapter.I woke up to shouts, beeping noise and loud thuds. I flinched to one noise and sat up. I groaned in frustration and got out of bed, marched downstairs toward the noise. Who was making all of it, I wondered. It was louder as I walked toward the diningroom. I went into the hall that led to the laundry room then opened a door that led into the garage. I winced to the brightness of the morning light that burst into my eyes. Two men stood in the garage, jestering the truck to back up while it beeped. Well, that was the beeping noise, I thought.
"Okay!" Shouted a man. And that was the shouting. The truck stopped. I jumped when something clinked loudly as if something metal was dropped on the floor. It was black square piece of marble that was being laid onto the floor by four man. I watched them as they put it down onto the floor and drill something in to it. I guess to keep it on the ground.
I looked for my dad and spotted him inside the back of the truck, trading words and looking at something dark. Watching him was boring so I looked back at the men who where making sure the marble was stuck in its place. They walked to the truck and signaled two man inside the truck.
"Alright." One replied. "Mr. Blacc, could you excuse us, right quick?"
"Oh, of course." He chirped and skidded out the truck. He rose his eyebrows and came to me after spotting me. "Morning, Poony." He kissed my head. I looked up at him. He read my expression, but instead of answering, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Just wait and see." He told, excitedly. I watched with widen eyes as his green eyes were clouded with excitement. He was bouncing up and down of his tipy toes.
I looked back toward the truck and sighed. I was upset that I was awoken like this. I blinked, impatiently when it took the men forever to take whatever was in the truck out. I was hearing grunts, orders and inhales/exhales as if tired, 'cause I know, I was tired of waiting. I went to move, but my dad tightened the grip on me. I sighed more and looked toward the truck again.
What was being held out was an...an...an...a piano?! I looked at my dad in shock and all he did was chuckle. Looking back at men, they strained to get the heavy piano to the marble piece on the floor and when they did, they sighed in relief. Loudly. My dad and I laughed and went to join them.
"Muchos gracias, Mark." My dad said and shook his hand.
"Anytime, Mario." He said and looked down at me. "So, this is my God daughter?" He shot up a thick eyebrow. God daughter? My head snapped up at my dad, the top layers of my thick hair twirling and smacking and brushing against my eyes, nose, mouth and chin. I yelped from back of my throat, recoiling my neck back. Okay. That hurted.
"Yes, this is my Poony." My dad was saying while I was spitting and brushing my hair out my eyes, and mouth. "This is my Jennipher."
"J.E.N.N.I.P.H.E.R." I spelled it out. Wait, why? Mark smiled.
"Where did the nickname Poony come from, Mario?" He asked, tilting his head business-like. I could tell he was mocking my dad once I got the strings of hair to cooperate. My dad just chuckled.
"Ay, she liked ponys as a little niña and that's how she pronounced them. Poonies." I smiled, warmly as I looked up at my dad. He was right. That's how I used to pronounce Pony. I had a strong accent when I was little. From what I was told, it wasn't actually a Mexican accent. It was mixed between a slight Mexican-English one. Something my family never figured out why until this day. "She had this strange accent," My dad continued. "as an niña so..." He scoffed-chuckled.
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Teen Fiction16+20 ♡ "What should I do with you today?" I reached up and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I turned my head side to side to check it out. "Hm..." I released it. "Whatever." I brushed through it and left it down. I grabbed my backpack, my phone...