The Lost Daughter

Chapter 1

I put a picture up of what Chloe looks like, somewhat.  Just imagine her hair straight, with a bit more red in it.  Hope you enjoy the story! Elle x

Chapter 1

“URRG!” I sang along, “Hey, boy you never had much game..” 

Continuing to sing along, I pranced around my room, shaking my butt and dancing awfully, as per the usual.

“CHLOE SO HELP ME IF YOU DON’T TURN THAT NOISE DOWN I WILL THROW YOUR STEREO OUT THE WINDOW!” My dad was calling to me from downstairs, and the fact that I could actually hear him over Cher Lloyd’s grunting meant that he was yelling, very loudly.  I danced over to my iHome and turned the volume down fractionally.  I turned it down, he never said how much specifically, right?  Continuing my dance around the room, I put my stretchy running pants on and pulled a long sleeve shirt over my head.  Then, I sashayed over to my running shoes and tied them up, put my hair in a ponytail, grabbed my iPhone from the dock, and headed down the stairs.

I love running, but not on a track. I love running cross country, there’s something about having your feet sink into dirt and sand that I just love.  It’s the opposite for most people, but for me being near the real earth like that is way better than some synthetic rubber track.  Which made living on the cool coast of Shelter Cove, California very convenient, because my backyard was a giant sand running track, also known as the beach.

Shelter Cove has been my home for as long as I can remember, and I love it.  Some people who have lived in the same place all their life can’t stand the town they live in, but not me, I couldn’t imagine living anywhere but here.  My favorite thing to do every morning is open my windows and just watch the ocean crash over the beach.  I can sit and watch the tide all day, it’s absolutely mesmerizing.  And every time I inhale I can taste the salt of the ocean in the cool air, and smell the odd mix of redwood trees, salt, and something else flowery and fragrant.  

Gardenias.  That’s the flowery smell that hints along the ocean breeze.  My mom’s favorite flower is a gardenia, so they’re planted all over our yard, lining the house.

After walking through almost every room in the house, I finally found him in his office, which was of course the first place I looked.  I walked in and stood in front of his desk, he was behind it focused on his monster of a desktop.  Seriously the computer was the size of a medium-sized television.

“Padre,” I waved my hands to get his attention, “Hello?”

He ignored me.  Well that’s rude, I thought.  I tried getting his attention again, but this time he tried to shoo me away. 

“No, yes, ok, that’s good.”  He finally answered me, but I have no clue what he’s talkiung about.

“Wait, what?”  He pointed to his ear.

Ohh, I thought. He’s on the phone! Oops.

I tiptoed over to him behind the mahogany desk and quietly wrote on the pad of paper on his desk, 

I’m going for a run, I have my phone. xoxo

He shook his head.

What?

He scribbled next to my messages.  

Clean room first. 

Groaning, I made a sharp turn out of his office and bounded up the steps to my room.  The room was a disaster, how did I not notice this before?  There was underwear hanging from the huge orchid plant I have on my desk, and a chewy bar stuck to my nightstand that was no longer chewy.