Chapter 10

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"What should I know?" I asked.

"Everything."

"What is everything Quinn?"

"I will tell you now. You need to listen."

"I-I can't."

"You will, or the consequences will happen."

"I guess I wanna hear the story."

"Okay." She said sitting down next to me on my bed. "It all started when my my mother was in high school."

"Mother? High school? This is your story?"

"It's start like this. Well it is 1997, my mom was dating this German guy named Sven, and yes he is the German guy you saw. So let me start...

(The story starts.)

"So Kelly, you think Sven will invite you to the prom?"

"I mean I am dating him so I guess I will." Said Kelly laughing.

"Hey." Sven said with a deep voice.

"I'll catch you later." Kelly looked at Sven. "Hey."

"We are going today right?"

"Yeah. I would love to go to the party today."

"I will pick you up at 5:00."

"Great." Kelly smiled.

"A party and prom? Really Quinn?"

"It will get there trust me."

"I cannot waist my time in here so please go on."

"Okay...

It is already 5:00, Kelly is waiting for Sven to pick her up. She kept on thinking about Sven and the party. But suddenly a doorbell rang.

"Mom! I'm leaving!" Said Kelly.

"Sure honey. Oh remember, tomorrow we are going back to home on New York."

"Mom, we live in Malibu."

"But we have a house on New York. Remember we are going to New York tomorrow."

"Yes mom. I remember."

"Have fun!"

Kelly went outside and found Sven waiting for her in his red car.

"Hey!"

"Hi." Said Sven with his German accent.

"Are we going?"

"Yes."

"Let me understand." I said interrupting the story. "Sven, the German guy I met, dated your mother?"

"Yeah. Before my dad. Why?"

"So I can understand, Quinn."

"Where was I? Oh...

"So, I was wondering for prom."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What dress should I wear? The pink one with wings or the yellow one that you like?"

"I don't know Kelly, if you talk to me about prom I swear to you that I will make this car fall into the sea."

"Okay." She said disappointed. "Wanna hear some music?"

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