Lost

Chapter One

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I dragged my zombie like bodie out of my bed. The covers were draped over the edge of my bed like someone had carelessly thrown them there. All that remained was my scruffy old beagle Max. I had gotten him for my 4th birthday as a gift from my mom. One year after she died from a heart attack. My mom would go on these so called "journeys" once a month. I questioned my dad about were she was going but he seemed uncomfortable to tell me as if he wasn't allowed to or someone was listening in on our conversation. The doctors told us that they didn't know what had caused the heart attack but all that they could conclude was that it was the stress and weakness from her "journeys". I picked my dog up off my bed and groaned. He had gotten much heavier over the school year. He whimpered as I released him onto the ground. I quickly made my bed, managed to brush my hair, throw on a sweatshirt and shorts and make myself look somewhat presentable before the boy and his father arrived. My father told me that the boys father was a friend of my moms and that he thought me and Dean (the boys name) would get along well. I poured myself a bowl of Apple Jacks and turned around to face my father. "Good morning" he said casually. "So when are they suppose to get here" I asked. "They said noon" replied my father. I looked up at the giant old grandfathers clock and stared at the time. It was five past twelve. I had slept in a lot. "Well then they should be arriving any moment" I said. I plopped down in the wooden chair as did my father across from me concentrating on his newspaper. I quickly finished eating my Apple Jacks. I was placing the empty bowl in the sink when I saw him. He was tall and had a starry gaze that felt like every time you looked at him you froze solid. His blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight like stars. He was well built and his hair was blonde and shortly cut. As he walked up the path his father followed behind him. "Well here they are" said my father. "Wow" I said accidentally. It had just slipped out of my mouth. My father chuckled as I blushed. "Go get the door hun" said my father. I approached the door and brushed down my sweater to get rid of any wrinkles. I opened the door with a wide smile. "Hi" said Dean. "Hello" I replied. I welcomed him and his Father in and told them to take a seat. "So" I said. "How did you know my mother?" I asked Deans father. "We both worked together for a very long period of time" he said. "I never really knew what my Mother did as a job" I told him. "Of course you didn't. My father hasn't told me either apparently it's a "secret origination" Dean said while holding his hands to represent quotation marks. "Why don't we change the subject" my father said as he carried in hot steaming coffee. "Very well" said Deans father. "Why don't you show Dean the garden?" Said my father. "Sure" I replied.