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My mom acts like she's been to an airport a gazillion times.
She only does this when she's trying to impress someone.
By someone I mean my dad
'Where the hell is Lee?' Dad says pacing back and forth.
Lee is my dad's travel agent, I don't like him much from how I've heard him speak to my dad over the phone.
I close my eyes trying to adapt to my environment, but what I hear awes me.
Engines.
In an airport waiting area?
No way.
I open my eyes. I'm at the parking lot.
An Asian man is walking toward me. He smiles, I think he just got off the phone with someone. He stops abruptly he scans his area then his eyes fall on me.
What the hell am I doing here.
'Anya?'
The parking lot fades and I'm staring at my pale faced mom who is shaking me vigorously.
'Why are you looking at me like that?' I take a step back.
She takes a step toward me.
'Honey you-'
She's cut off by a gunshot.
No she didn't get shot.
My head spins towards the sound. It's from the checkpoint.
My dad grabs my hand dragging me forward.
I look back toward the source of the sound.
There's a little girl there clinging to a doll that on any day could pass for chucky. There was no one around her she just stood in midst of all the commotion. I'd never forgive myself if I let her stay there.
What if she gets hurt?
I had to get her out of there.
My eyes dart towards the center of attention.
There standing with a gun is the most confused human being with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. He's staring at something, my eyes follow his gaze.
There's a man on the floor with a bullet between his eyes.
And apparently Mr. Nice eyes made that happen.
It can't be a coincidence that I get attracted to psychopaths. I must get that from my dad.
I realize I'm moving away from them.
'Dad no!'
I tug my arm out of his grip.
'Anya!'
My mom screams though I can barely hear her over the commotion.
My dad pulls her away and they keep running.
They don't care.
Normal Anya would have run after her parents.
But as you can see, I'm not normal.
Go back, go back,my mind screams at me.
My instincts feel different.
God.
Why do I have to be so fucking stupid?
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AventuraDAVE-THE DAYDREAMER All Dave does is imagine things and the next thing he knows they happen. His mother died when he was young and his father is a useless drunkard who doesn't work...soon there's no money for anything and Dave is being sent to live...
