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CHAPTER TWELVE  :  WE GREW UP TOO FAST

'Are you sure you don't want me to tag along?' Elara enquired.

'Relax,I'll be fine and do you think I'll let you skip lectures?pft,
don't dream.' I replied.

Rolling her eyed she replied,
'Whatever women,I'm off then.'

I watched her car disappear into the horizon beforr I turn to look at my destination.

Precisely saying,

Sky's house.

Did I say house? More like mansion.

The place was so huge it blocked out the entire sky.

There goes your only hope of light

I know i know pray for me Pixel

I took a deep breath and rang the bell.

Five minutes.

I rang it again.

Another five minutes passed by.

me, being the impatient human being ,rang the bell in a continuous flow for about a minute, non stop until someone did open the door.

finally.

I turned and looked at the person apologetically.

she looked around  50 years old and also,

looked very very annoyed.

well,who wouldn't be.

'may I help you?' she inquired.

'yes, I'm Dr.Melanour Renolds , I'm a friend of Skelton's-'

'I-I'm really sorry I rang the bell like that,
I'm assuming you are his mother, I would very much like to meet him.'

I replied so fast I doubt she got anything I said.

her annoyed face changed to a  face of worry.

it was a familiar face change, one I have seen often.

Usually meant the person was not in the least expecting my question,
hence preparing for an answer other than the actual answer to my question.

in short, A lie.

'skelton?,well,um,he already left for America.'

there there it was,

the alternative answer.

just play along.

I was going to anyway dummy.

'Oh, shot, I guess I missed him, do you perhaps have a contact number?'

'he-he he doesn't have one.'

'you mean to say he's in a completely different continent and doesn't have a number?'

Mrs.Lemark looked quite uncomfortable.

I didn't really mean to put her in this situation,but I really need to know where he is.

she replied finally,

'he doesn't want to be contacted.'

'he won't mind me, I was his best friend. I came back after a very long time I'm sure he'd be thrilled.'

'But..but- well, he didn't give us a way to contact him.'

I breathed out loudly.

'I'm really sorry Ms.Lemark,for putting you in such a uncomfortable position but,
I'm a psychologist.'

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