Tims P.O.V
There was something wrong with California. The wildfires, the guy that robbed the car, YouTube Rewind. Okay, I know that has nothing to do with California, but it was pretty bad. But Christmas is almost here! Daddy said we're not going to grandmas. He doesn't trust the airports ever since the Atlanta problem.
Today was Christmas Eve. Sense we couldn't have Christmas with our family, we're going to have it with friends.
We're having Christmas at our house. Then everyone is going to come.
"Timothy! Come help me!" Mommy yelled. I got up, and helped her lay out the food on the counters. Chica tried jumping up to get some of the food, but she couldn't jump high enough.
"My mom is pissed." Daddy walked in the room with us with Uncle Ethan.
Mommy laughed. "Why?"
"We're not going back for Christmas. I told her I don't want that to happen to us."
The Atlanta problem. I TOLD YOU.
Everyone, and when I mean everyone started talking about more people coming. They had a little boy.
"He just texted me. Their plane is about to land. He also said Signe, and Jack are going back to Ireland to see family. That's why he said they couldn't come." Uncle Ethan said setting down his phone.
"Alright." Daddy said as he grabbed his keys. "Timothy, want to come with me?"
"Where are we going?"
"To pick up some friends from the airport."
I quickly got up, and put on my shoes. The I grabbed daddy's hand. Then we walked out to the car.
I got into my booster seat, and buckled my self. But then daddy brought out another seat out, then into the car.
"Why did you place another seat in the car?" I asked. He didn't answer me. And I knew if I kept asking, he would get annoyed.
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We where standing in the airport waiting for the people. Then daddy waved to them. A guy, a girl, and a boy about my age with blue hair. I kept staring at him, and he kept staring at me.
"Tim, that's Marzia, Felix, and Fist." Daddy told me.
Fist? Is that even a real name?
"Fist, that's Mark, and that's Tim. I'll tell you everyone else name when we see them." Felix told Fist.
I saw Fist nod as we started walking to the car. Him, and I kept staring at each other.
"Mummy, sit in the back with me.." I heard a Fist whisper. Marzia patted his back as she nodded.
Felix sat in the front with daddy, and Fist, Mariza, and I sat in the back.
But still, Fist, and I kept staring.
We were not going to get along. I could just tell.
TO BE CONTINUED ON FIST & FELIX...
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MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS!!
AND YES, THEY ARE CONNECTED!
BuH-- byE
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Tim & Mark
Fiksi PenggemarTim was dying outside in the cold. Then a man comes along as he takes him in as his own son.
