The story starts out kinda slow...but its starts picking up speed soon! Promise! And it's not about the death of her father. That was just necessary for the events to take place.
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Lori's POV
John is gone. My daddy. The one who combed my hair into pigtails for the entirety of elementary school. The one who made fun of my obsession with Harry Potter. The one who calmed me down when I had nightmares. The one who was my father and my mother and my entire support system. He's gone.
And his last words to me were, "Be happy, Lori. " But how? How could I be happy without him?
Let me start over.
My name is Lorraine Lautner. And no, I'm not related to that wolfy Twilight guy. I'm just you're average girl. Well, maybe not average. I'm well liked in school. Not popular but definitely not an outcast either. I'm in the drama club and on the debate team. But in the looks department, I am average. I have a small frame, dark hair, and a fair complexion. I'm not particularly athletic. Actually, I'm not athletic at all.
But all this doesn't matter. Because my life is now over.
My mom exited the picture when I was 2 years old, so I was basically raised by my dad, John Lautner. He's my best friend, my partner-in-crime, my shopping buddy. At least, he was.
Unfortunately for me, happiness doesn't last long. My dad used to save lives for a living, but no one was able to save his.
Last night, he went for his normal run around the neighborhood. According to the investigators, he was helping an injured dog on the side of the road when a car came out of nowhere. The puppy is fine. But John got the short end of the stick. He died less than 2 hours later while holding my hand.
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John was a huge believer in having backup plans. In this case, his will.
He would always tell me, "Lor, smart people play it safe. If anything ever happens to me, you will be taken care of, baby girl." At those words, I would start lecturing him about knocking on wood, and he would end up tickling me til I couldn't breathe.
Neither of us realized that his words would come true sooner than we expected.
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Steven Evans was daddy's attorney and best friend. A few hours after John had been pronounced dead, Uncle Steven came to me to discuss my living situation.
"Lori, did John ever dicuss with you who would be your guardian if anything was to happen to him?" he questioned nervously while pulling at his already loosened tie. Uh-oh.
"I'm in deep shit, aren't I? I braved. He laughed awkwardly at my words and started squirming in the uncomfortable hospital chair.
"I wouldn't say deep shit, but I don't think you'll be particularly happy by John's choice. But keep in mind that--"
"Who?"
"Now, before I tell you, you need to open your mind to the idea of--"
"Who is it?" I tried again, but he was on a roll.
"--know that John wanted the best for you. If he chose this person, then you should trust his decision beca--"
I calmly asked, "STEVEN!! WILL YOU TELL ME ALREADY!?!? Yeeesh!" Ok so maybe I wasn't that calm. But can you blame me? My freaking dad just died, and he wouldn't tell me who my new legal guardian was. I have the right to be angry.
"Cynthia Lautner. " Aunt Cynthia? Well, that wouldn't be too bad.
"So when is she coming here? Are we gonna live in our house or get another one? Or maybe an apartment would be better for just the two of us. Is she going to get a transfer or something? Will--"
"Woah, woah, Lori. You're getting this all wrong. Cynthia isn't moving here. You are going to go live with her."
"What!?!?" My shriek cut though the silent hospital walls like a whip.
I was moving to the other side of the country--to Atlanta, Georgia.
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Its 11 p.m. and I'm sitting at the Los Angeles International Airport. Who would have thought that in 24 hours, my father, my home, and my happiness in general would be taken away from me? In a few minutes, I will be on a 3 hour and 46 minute flight to Atlanta, Georgia, which would be my new home until my 18th birthday.
The time flies by, and before I know it, I'm standing in front of baggage claim at the grand Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, where some dude is yammering on about my luggage being lost. My new life was off to a great start. Yippee! Note the sarcasm.
(Picture of Lori)
Hey guys! I know this chapter is kinda dull, but worry not!! It will pick up speed soon;)
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