"Do you ever wish for a new beginning? If you do, well... Welcome to life, where there is no reset button."
- Unknown to us
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"Zach, do you understand how much I care for you, am I right?" Jack stated, still hidden behind the large, blue rolling chair.
"Y-yes." Zach replied, nervously twiddling his thumbs.
"Ohhhh... Stop twiddling those thumbs nervously Zach! Do you think that you are in trouble? Honnestly, do you think that every time someone is in here, they're in here for a bad reason."
"Y-yes, S-sir." Zach stopped for a moment.
"For which part?"
"Both."
There was a moment of silence.
Jack sighed, "Well, I'll tell you one thing."
"What is it Sir?"
"For one thing... Don't call me Sir... You can call me Jack."
"O-okay... Jack..."
"And for two... Well... Remember how we all thought that none of your family was alive?"
"Yeah Jack... They're all dead."
"Well... Not ALL of them... Someone came in, claiming to be related to you, so we had it checked..."
"And Jack?"
"She's in fact... Related to you..."
Jack motioned his hand from the side of the chair... Zach heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around as he started to grin ear to ear.
"Zach," Jack said, turning his chair around with a smile, "Meet Diana Nightgrove... Your grandmother."
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"Mom," Dylan stated, "Where EXACTLY are we going today?"
His mother sighed slightly, before responding "The Persuary Mansion." very blantly, as if expecting her son to not like where they're going.
But, to her disarray, Dylan's face turned into a large smile as he exclaimed with glee, pumped his fists in the air whilst running around in the kitchen excitedly.
"Wow," his mother stated as her eyes followed her son, "Someone seems excited." Dylan nodded.
They just stood there for while, staring at each other for what seems like an hour, but in reality just several minutes.
It was the sounds of quick footsteps that broke the silence. Dylan's mother turned her head and smiled.
"Janey, dear. Whats with the quick movements?" she asked the small raven-haired girl.
"I heard talking. And then mention of a surprise." Janey answered. She turned to Dylan.
"Hey sis," he smirked, and used one hand to pat her head. Janey stepped back from his range.
"You know I don't like that!" she pouted, puffing her cheeks. Dylan just smirked even more (if that was even possible).
"So Dylan, what about the food?" their mother asked.
"Thats right!" Dylan exclaimed. He ran over to the oven and glanced at the clock. He sighed.
"Is that a good sign?" Janey inquired, peering over his shoulder.
"Yes," he replied, "We have half an hour left til its done." he finished.
"So," said a new voice, "Is everybody present?"
"Daddy!" Janey shouted. She rushed up and hugged the said father, who groaned at the sudden embrace.
"Geez. You're acting like after today you'll never see me ever again." he proclaimed blankly.
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Melissa just stared at her parents, who both of which, just sighed.
"We just..." her father started, "We wanted to..."
"To what?" Melissa inquired, growing restless.
"To celebrate your return." her mother interjected quickly, allowing her father to let out a sigh of relief, as Melissa let her body become less tense.
"Okay..." she stated, running her hand through her hair, "Why? I left two years, without a trace, nary a word... I left and never contacted you ever... So... Why?"
"Sister... Don't say that..." Kaitlin stated, walking in front of her so that she faced her sister, "They looked everywhere for you. I thought that they lost you as well... Please, try to unders-"
"Please," Melissa stated, "Say no more... I'll just... Be... You know... Where I'll be..." She turned around and left, leaving her family in silence.
"Dad, will she be alright?" Kaitlin asked, staring up towards the stairs as they heard the sound of a slamming door.
"Thats not for me to say Kaitlin.. Only time will tell." came his reply.
Meanwhile, Melissa just sat on her bed, back against the wall, knees brought close to her chest as close as she could bring them. Tears streaked her cheeks as she just sat there, nearby window open.
"Why?" she asked, "Why does this have to happen to me?"
"Who knows?" she turned her head towards the window, but nobody was there.
"You always startle me when you do that." she said.
"But we all know that I am me, and I'm like that." the voice replied.
"Yeah... I guess so..." she agreed, pressing her head against the wall while bringing her knees closer, if that was even possible.
"So," the voice said, "What is it now? Why're you the way you are currently?"
I'm not sure as to why tears streak my face still..." she smiled, "Its as if I'm still affected by sorrow huh..."
"But that doesn't mean anything though."
"Two years... You'd think that I'd be immune to it... Especially after what I'd been through lately..."
"No... That just shows that you're still human... Being able to shed those tears like everybody else... Thats whats important."
Melissa chuckled at the thought. "You don't know how hard its been..."
"You're just thinking too hard about things like this..."
"No," she banged her fist against the wall behind her, "I'm not!" She took a deep breath.
"Yeah... You are..." the voice wavered this time.
"Please..." Melissa stated.
"Just... Just be alright, okay?" Melissa nodded.
"Thanks... Old friend..."
Melissa heard the sound of the leaves rustle, signaling that the friend had left.
Melissa was all alone now in her room... And she just sat there as time seemed to pass by...
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Hunted Down Volume 1
General Fiction"If you could control ONE thing in the entire world, and people would pursue you, what would do?" -UNKNOWN TO US These words will mean a lot to a group of 10-year olds. These children, of different backgrounds, all have one thing in common: They all...
