Don't Take My Sunshine Away
I, Jackie Burkhart sighed deeply, flexing my fingers on the steering wheel. Right now I should be thinking about the next assignment I would get, and how much time I have to do it. Right now I should be talking on the phone with my next client.
But all I was doing was listening to the Wisconsin air tunnel through the crack in the window. I was counting the familiar trees as I passed by. I silently read the small sign, just to my left: Welcome to Point Place!
A lot has changed, I noticed. When I passed the water tower, it looked like it had been painted over, but the leaf was still barely visible. The streets have been repaved and the sidewalks replaced.
But when I absent-mindedly checked my make up in the small mirror, I saw the biggest change. Myself. Sure, my eyes were still missed-matched and my hair was still a deep brown-almost black. Oh, and lets not forget my sixth sense, fashion. I changed. I am now 31 years old; I have a carrier and … just plain knowledge. I know what it's like to be…. dare I say it… poor!
And right now, I am doing something illogical. I am returning to my childhood. Back to Kitty and Red, I know for sure that they still live here. Back to Donna and Eric, I miss Donna so much! And I'll even admit, I missed the twizzler. Back to Fez and Kelso, if they are still around. And I'm returning to Steven James Hyde, with the aviator sunglasses and the curls. The one I have tried to push from my mind for 14 years.
You know why I am so crazy and scared? Because I have a lot of explaining to do.
"Mom, are we almost there?" A voice came from the back seat.
"Yea, Sunshine. We are almost there." I reassured her. And your probably wondering, who is this her?
Her name is Marissa Anne Burkhart. And believe it or not, she is my 14-year-old daughter. Every thing about her is obvious: She has big, blue doe eyes, shoulder length dark brown curls, and rosy lips. At first sight, you might think, 'she is just like her mother, look at that face!'
But trust me when I say, we are total opposites. While I stay true to ABBA, she admires Led Zeppelin and ACDC. No matter how hard I try, I can't get her in anything fashionable, band t-shirts and hoodies are her thing. Now you're thinking, 'impossible, every Burkhart has a fashion sense and a bratty attitude'. Well the attitude she got but she has a mask she fades into at times. A mask I am all too familiar with. Zen.
And if any one is too stupid to put the pieces together, Marissa has a father. And somehow even though they have never met, they are exactly the same.
Her father is Steven Hyde. And he has no idea she exists.
As you can see, I have a lot of explaining to do. Why I left 14 years ago, why I never told Steve- I mean Hyde about his daughter, why I have finally decided to swallow my pride and come back.
But before I can explain, I have to show up to the Foreman doorstep. And I don't think I'm quite ready. That's of course why I am staying at the cheapest motel in Wisconsin, because I have to explain why we came to Wisconsin to my sunshine. I have to explain that she's going to meet her father.
TBC….
A/N: So I have had this idea in my head for a long time, I hope you all like it! I know it doesn't seem that good, but trust me, it will get better!
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