A New Beginning

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Chapter 2:

The picture above is Logan Lerman aka Benjamin William James. What do you think?

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Alice's POV

When I finally reached my room, I quickly jumped to my bed fortunately not resulting in a bruise or any kind of injury.

"Benjamin William James....Huh? I wonder what role he'll play in me and my father's life?"I mutter to myself, wondering what he looks like. Wait... I feel like I'm forgetting something...

After minutes of silence and thinking,I finally remember what it was.

"Ben!" I shout as I quickly run to the table to get my phone. I check if any new messages was sent and there was.

Ben
     Hey have you checked it out? That's taking a long time lololol. But it's OK, I can wait. Hopefully you can though lololol

What the hell? Hahahaha... Well I better reply him...I haven't asked father yet. Should I ask him now? I probably should.

I put my phone back on top of the table and then went to find where father was. Father is most likely in his office doing his job or whatever it's called. The office is in the 2nd floor if I remember so I then walk there.

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When I finally reached the room, I knocked hoping someone to answer. And by someone I meant my father, who else would open the door?

"Who is it?" A voice, probably my father, asks.

"It's me, father. I wanted to speak to you about something." I say unconfidently, not sure what reply would be given. He could just ignore me or listen to me speak.

" Come in then." He says plainly. Good, he chose to listen to me. I wouldn't come to him if I didn't have any important matters to discuss. I wouldn't want to get in any sort of trouble, ever.

"Ok." I say quietly.

" Start speaking. It's got to be something worth discussing, right? You would never come to me if it isn't a big deal." He says somewhat expectantly. He just guessed what I was thinking.

"Father, well, I have this friend. He asked me if he and I could meet at a nearby cafe sometime later...Would you let me...?" I ask worriedly. I don't know what he'll say.

"So he's a boy... What's his name?" He asks.

" Ben...Ben James I think. He didn't tell me his full name but all I know is that his nickname is Ben and his last is James. There's something else I know about him but that's his name." I answer.

As I gave my answer he looks somewhat surprised. But not as surprised as I thought. Like he already knew him. He kind of looked suspicious. But then, I saw something more suspicious. He and his guard, Sir       
Michael Austin James started whispering at each other. I also remembered something, according to Sir Michael, he and father were best friends from elementary to college and even until now. Another thing is, he told me, which is very much true,  that when I was younger, his son was my best friend. I do remember all that but...Ever since mom's death, I've started to forget all of my past memories even the most precious memories... all forgotten just because of one event. An event that can never be rewinded or fixed or transformed back into it's past state. An accident that caused me and my father to change completely to someone we aren't...or weren't.

I kept thinking about this topic. It was very long, and so are their whispering. Why is it that they can't just speak about it with me hearing about it ok. It's not like it'll ruin anything or change my view of someone or something.