AN: Here goes nothing..............................
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Ice cream, the cure to unhappy feelings, and just plain delicious. It also helped make bad news not so bad, or so my mom thought anyways. Everything happened too fast, one second I was sitting in front of the Fortune listening to the story of his childhood, the next, I was sleeping in his guest room, then mushed into a booth with my legs sticking to the seat.
I just couldn't wait any longer for these people.
"What is going on?" I demanded. Everyone tensed at my outburst. I didn't apologize.
"Not here." my instructor whispered under his breath.
"Fine. But I want an explanation, I am tired of being left out of everything!" I complained. I was totally being bratty, but I didn't care. This was getting so annoying.
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25 minutes later, my mouth and brain were numb, and I wanted some answers.
"Calm down Saturn!" my mother snapped at me.
But I couldn't. Th entire ride to the cave, my legs were shaking with anticipation and nervousness.
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To my utter astonishment, we passed right by his house and kept driving, I freaked.
"Why are we still driving? Where are we going?" I demanded.
"Just to a secret spot." my dad informed.
"Ugg. Still not an answer." I snapped.
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20 minutes later, and we were still driving.
"Are we there yet?" I whined. Why am I being so bratty? I thought to myself.
"Enough with the attitude." my parents sighed.
"Sorry." I murmured.
"Why are you so anxious?" my mom asked, patting my leg.
"I really want to know what is going on." I answered.
She nodded. My dad suddenly said, "Almost there." getting me even more worked up.
"How do you know where to go?" I asked curiously.
My dad tensed up, clenching his jaws.
"Sorry I asked." I smirked. What's his problem. Definitely hit a soft spot there. I noted this in my file cabinet of a brain. But there it was again. That tone in his voice. Like he is hiding something from me. But that can't be. My dad never lies....right?
As I sat in the car thinking, we pulled up to a cute little log cabin. It had green shutters, and a green door with flowers all along the side. It was perfect.
We all marched up to the front door, but surprisingly it wasn't locked. If I had a house like this I would definitely lock it.
The Fortune led us to what I assumed was the living room. Then, I ran smack dab into my mom's back.
"Mom, why did you stop?" I asked.
No answer, I looked in front of my mom and stopped. No way. This couldn't be happening. How did he find us?
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AN: I have been thinking lately. I don't get a lot of comments. Only like 3. So I was wondering if you peeps out there reading this could PLEASE comment!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks. What did you think?? Who could it be..............dun dun dun......
BYE FOR NOW MY PRETTIES!!!
XOXO
Sasa123
PS: ANY IDEAS FORA NEW COVER? MINE IS UGLY.................................
