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Chapter Two

When we arrived in my dad’s office, I saw him sitting in his brown leather couch reading the newspaper. He put the newspaper down when he saw me with the mall cops, “Claire, what did you do this time?” he said with a worried face, “Dad, I-“,”Sir, your daughter violated the number one rule. Not to pollute the water. We saw her red handed washing her hands in the fountain.”, Dad stood up looking all surprised.

“Claire, why would you do that? How many times have I told you not to pollute the water?”,“I know dad but for your information, I wasn’t washing my hands. I just took a scoop of water to wash the injury of a young lad because it was bleeding. I practically saved his life! I think.” I looked down on my shoes, thinking of what I just said.

Dad sighed and sat down, “It’s okay officer, you can let her go now. I’ll talk to her.”

I felt a bit nervous. When dad gives me ‘the talk’, which I often get, I feel like there’s a lump in my throat that stops me from talking back. Dad’s pretty scary when he’s pissed off or annoyed.

Dad walked in front of me and folded his arms across his shoulders,

“Claire, what were you thinking? I have told you many times, not to pollute the water” he said, shaking my shoulders.

I still didn’t say anything. I was just standing there in front of him, looking down on my shoes and flicking my fingers. I do that when I get nervous.

“Are you even listening to me, Claire?” he said, raising his voice a little

“Yes, dad and I’m sorry. But just to let you know, I was telling the truth. I wasn’t washing my hands there, I just took some water to wash the injury.” I said, hoping he’d believe me

“Alright. I believe you. But just make sure that the next time you do something like that, don’t let the cops see you. We are having important visitors today and I told them to be extra strict.” He said, going back to his seat

“Alright, dad. Thanks” I smiled and left his office.

Important visitors? Who could they be? More rich tourists?

Questions just filled my mind after I went out of dad’s office. I went back to the mall and bought the blue Aeropostale t-shirt that I promised to Casey and headed back home.

When I arrived home, mom was in the kitchen with Trudy, our housemaid and they were cooking something that filled the house with a delicious sweet fragrance. I headed upstairs to my room and put my bag on the chair beside my drawer and just dropped at my bed. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and logged into facebook. Nothing was new so I logged into twitter. Nothing was new either, the top tweets were done about two hours ago. I logged into tumblr and it was still the same as it was four hours ago when I checked it. Has the world stopped spinning or something? I thought.

I slid my phone back into my pocket again and took my iPod to listen to some One Direction songs. If you see me fangirling anywhere because of One Direction, you have to excuse my obsession with them. I put my earphones on and hit play. I decided to change clothes since I got a bit sweaty from all that running in the mall.

I got out of bed and took off my shoes. I went to my walk-in closet and took out a white and blue striped shirt, black skinny jeans and a gray jacket. If you’re wondering why I wear a jacket at home, it’s because the air conditioner is always cranked up since Rianne always cries really loud when it gets hot. I jumped back to bed, snuck inside my comforter and went fast asleep.

I was suddenly awakened up by Trudy, telling me it was time for dinner and said that we have a special guest. Apparently, I only got to sleep about fifteen minutes but it felt like fifteen seconds instead. I told her I’ll be right down as she left my room. I got up, went to my drawer and saw my messy looking hair in the mirror. No one looks good especially if they just woke up. I combed my hair and headed downstairs in the dining room.

While I was climbing downstairs, I realized that I still have my earphones on. I looked down to my pocket to grab my iPod and took off my earphones, when I looked up, I just immediately stopped, “You?” I said in a surprised way.