Chapter One
Both my parents disappeared when I was around five or six. I live with my grandma now in Malibu, California, otherwise know as the place were all girls wear on the beach are little pieces of string and all the guys how six to eight packs (if that’s even possible). Whereas I’m the kind of girl who wears the lose clothes to keep the guys eyes from wondering. My grandma tells me that if I wear more “form fitting” clothes that I would have all the guys wrapped around my finger.
Whenever I ask my grandma where my parents went she just says it doesn’t matter anymore because they’re gone and they’re not coming back, but the thing that always got me was that every time she said that she would mutter the word hopefully at the end. I always get a little curious every now and then so when my grandma is out at the grocery store or playing bingo with her friends I always sneak in to her room and go through this big trunk she has at the end of her bed. Whenever I open it, it’s like opening a magic box, full of elegant dress and tiara’s (which I assume were my moms’), but every time the one thing that catches my eye is the fairytale book that looks hand written with original drawings and picture of my parents and I in castles and rooms as big as the apartment I live in right now. As I stare at it for a longer period of time something starts to build me like an angry fireball ready to explode in to tears wondering, why they left me when in these pictures they look like they loved me and would do anything for me, not leave me on my own with my grandma to raise me.
It’s almost July, my birth month, meaning my sweet sixteen. There’s nothing sweet about it though knowing that I have no friends and my grandma and I can barely afford the rent let alone enough to eat anything other than take- out or cheap grocery store food. I’ve noticed lately though that my grandma has been antsy and looks out the window every couple of minutes whispering reassure words to herself saying “They forgot,” or “They can’t find her through the spell.” Every time I tried to approach her though she would jump back like a kid who touched fire, then when she would focus in on me and realized it was me she would relax her shoulders, hug me and keep whispering, “They won’t find you, they won’t you find in here.” Finally when I got her to sit down I told her I was going to go get some food and that I would have my phone on me and then I left not giving her enough time to object.
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Since I was little my grandma always told me do not go anywhere without being aware of your surroundings, and to always look behind you or next to you not matter what even in the car. Some people might think it’s weird, but for me it’s like a sixth sense, so when I instinctively look behind me I notice that something’s not right. Instead of a mix of colored cars behind me there is a thick first row of all black cars following me I look to both sides of me and notice there also next to and in front of me. Staying calm I turn on my turning lights trying to get out of this lane and in to another planning on getting the heck out of there. Finally, they let me through but I know better they are just going to follow me, but I was going to my original destination knowing that if I did anything out of the ordinary they would know that their covers been blown and they need to do what they came here to do. When I arrive I park the car and get out casually looking around counting the “agents” taking position and where. As I walk in I see them filing in through all directions so I walk through every isle in the store and then I reached my destination. There are always up sides to have a social butterfly as a grandma especially one who’s a little too boy crazy for her age. I knock and count to ten Mississippi’s before walking in, I take two steps in turned around shut the door and was embraced in to a hug. When the person let go I looked up I see a man who has the strangest color green for eyes, it almost looks like seaweed green. I know I’ve seen those eyes before almost like they were in a dream and then it hits me I’ve looked at those eyes a hundred times in the hidden photograph it was the man I was lest expecting to see today, my dad.
