Chapter 12

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Willow's Letter

Der Micky,

         I sory i mess up an mak you mad at me. I pwomise nevr to do it agin. An I promise to nevr get in you wai agin. Pwease no lok for me. I leve now. Bye. (A

: she's only 3, don't expect much.) 

Willow's POV

       After i was finished with my note I packed my bag with toys and hid it under my bed waiting for night to fall. It was only 3pm now so I waddled down stairs and into the kitchen to see Luke in a penguin onsie. He was dancing around like a headless chicken on crack listening to music. His eyes were closed so he didn't see when I walked past him and started taking pizzas and juice boxes from the fridge. He was just a real idiot. 

      Without being seen i walked back to my room arms filled with pizzas and juice. Almost there I reached out my hand and was about to turn the knob of the door when I heard laughter. Why would anyone be laughing, everyone was stressed, angry and cranky, except Luke. I quickly put all my food in my room and walked over to the laughing voice. It sounded like Michael, but why was he laughing??

     When I arrived at the door I heard him talking to someone, but everyone was in a different room. I quietly peeked into his room to see him talking on his phone. I could hear him talking and laughing with someone on the screen. How that person dot in the screen, I don't know. I guess I was too busy staring at the phone, I didn't notice Michael walk over to me. "Willow, say hi to your grand mum!" He told me as he picked me up and showed me the phone. On screen was a woman in about her 40's. "Oh Micky she's adorable! But she is going to need a mother you know! She can't just grow up without one!" The lady on the screen began nagging telling Michael he needed a girlfriend and he just began laughing. "I'm fine for now mum, no need for me to rush things! Now I have to go! Love you!!" He said and the lady on the screen vanished. 

      After that Michael looked a bit stressed, I don't know why, but I don't have to worry about him, I needed to finish packing my bags. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I don't know if I'm coming back.

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