I finally am rewriting this! So, thank you Mcduffie145 and NightHawk the Warrior for the tips and for reading my work.
Disclaimer- I do not own Jurassic Park/ World. If you're reading this, please don't sue me Spielberg.
2012
"Dad, are you finishing up or what?" I asked my father, Alan Grant. He likes to analyze the fossils manually, even though we already have computers to do that kind of stuff. I walk outside my tent, covering my nose and mouth with my scarf, to protect myself from the dust. In Colorado at our dig site, there is always dust.
"Yeah, coming sweetie-" he said, but I cut him off.
"You should really let the computers, you know," I tell him. "They aren't here to just waste space."
"I know that, but just-"
"Dad, we've been using these things since like forever. You've gotta trust them."
"Yeah, but-"
"C'mon, you shouldn't be in the sun." I dragged him inside the tent.
"Drink this," I said as I handed him a glass of water. "You look dehydrated."
He takes the glass and drinks it up. "I'm supposed to be your father sweetheart," he chuckles.
"Yeah, well, what can we do? Mom's not here, is she? Someone's going to have to take care of you."
All of a sudden, the dust outside starts swirling around and covering up all the work we've done in the past few weeks. I run out of the tent screaming.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing? You're spreading the dust all around; that took us weeks to dig!" I yell out, but I don't really think they heard me because my voice was drowned out by the helicopter blades. It lands on the sand, just missing our dig site.
The engines stop, and a man decked in a very fancy white suit comes out.
"Ah, Hello Ms. Grant! What a delight to meet you!" he says as he grabs my hand and shakes it. I wipe off the dust from my hands.
"Excuse me sir, but tourists are not allowed here, and you've covered up almost half of our work! So I suggest you-"
"Oh, terribly sorry about that, uh, my landing skills aren't very good," He says sheepishly
"Who're you talking to Amber?" my dad calls out behind me, emerging from the tent. "Oh no. no, no, no."
"Ah! Mr. Grant! I wish to speak to the both of you."
"And you are?" my dad asks, waving his arms around.
"I'm Simon Masrani, CEO of Masrani Global Corporation. I've also acquired InGen a few years ago and-"
"Okay, hold on. Do you mean InGen as in the Jurassic Park InGen?" I interrupt him.
"Yes. That one indeed, but let's not dwell in the past. I've been able to acquire the island, and we've started anew. I'm sure you've heard of Jurassic World."
"Yes I have. But when will you understand that the dinosaurs were wiped out for a reason? Keeping them enclosed no matter how isolated; it's not safe for any one," My dad adds. I agree with you dad.
"Don't worry about that, Mr. Grant, we've used state-of-the-art technology, and I can personally assure you that this is much safer than before."
"Let's get straight to the point," I start. "You've definitely not come for some advertising program here, that's for sure. So what is it that you want?" I ask him, folding my hands.
"Very perceptive of you, Ms. Grant," he says. Okay buddy, enough with the diplomatic approach. Get straight to the point.
"We want you." And he does get straight to the point. But I am a little confused.
"Um.., you want me?" I nervously ask. No one has ever asked for me specifically before, it was always Alan Grant this, and Alan Grant that. I had to be sure. Everyone knows about the Jurassic Park incident; that's practically made him a celebrity.
Dad stands up a little straighter, now clearly interested.
"Yes," Masrani confirms. "We want you to work for us."
"And what makes you think I'll accept?"
"We've got an offer you simply can't resist."
"And that is?"
"Your dig will be fully funded by InGen; which will give you publicity as well," he said, looking directly in my father's eyes. Money. That is the one thing that we do not possess. Most of it is always spent on equipment, and the investors immediately pulled out because of the, ah, 'live specimens' introduced.
"As for you, Ms. Grant, you'll be paid about 10000$ a month excluding taxes, a bungalow, a company-issued vehicle, a fully paid sick leave-"
"I'm in at sick-leave." I state.
"Please join us, we really- wait what?" he looks at me a bit puzzled.
"I accept." I hold out my hand for him to shake.
Dad steps in. "We'll need to discuss a few things, can you wait?"
"Sure." He claps his hand, and a man comes in with a chair and a cold glass of lemonade. "Take all the time you need. I'll just stay here." He sits down on the chair and reads a newspaper. Sure must be nice being rich.
We walk inside the tent.
Dad wastes no time.
"WHY DID YOU ACCEPT?" he kind of shouts.
"Dad! The pay! We need to continue our research, don't we? You do want the Paleontological Society Medal, don't you?"
"Well, yeah, but- That's beside the point? You do know what happened the last time we went, don't you?" he looks at the side of my neck.
I was 14 years old when I was attacked by a velociraptor. What an irresponsible parent, you'd think. But like I said again, money was pretty tight, and we couldn't afford a babysitter for who-knows-how-many-days. Mom and dad did leave me with a friend the first time the left for Jurassic Park, but the next time, I was pretty grown up and I wanted to go, and mom, well she did not want to even listen to what dad had to say.
The rescue mission went fairly okay, if you can call going on a monster-infested island okay, until Billy stole the raptor eggs. That was when things went bad. Really, really bad. We somehow escaped, but all battles leave scars, and this one was no less.
"Yes dad, it happened to me, of course I remember. But we need the funds. Without them, we'd have to close up the entire facility, and think. What would happen to Billy? Ella? Percy? Our team?" I try to convince him.
He thinks. "You're right. And this is your choice. But I'd give up my research for you to be safe."
"I know that dad," I say as I pull him in a hug.
"Remember that I'm not allowing you to go." he held my shoulders, and kissed my forehead.
"I'm an adult, dad. I can take care of myself. Besides, you love the park, so much!"
"Shut up!" he says as he playfully tousled my hair.
"So I'm taking it as a yes?"
"If you want to, but I'm not happy with this. What if you meet a boy?"
"Oh my gosh, dad!"
"I wonder how Veronica is going to react to this." He awkwardly changes the subject. Dad was always a little overprotective when it came to boys.
"Let's hope not as bad as you do." I shoot back.
I walk out the tent.
Masrani gets up. "Ah Ms. Grant! So what do you say?"
"I accept." He looks very happy. "With one condition." His face drops.
"And that is?" He looks questioningly.
"I choose when I leave."
He relaxes. "Sure. We'll give you a six-month contract for now. You can extend it whenever you want."
"That's done then."
We shake hands.
"I'll look forward to seeing you on the park."
"As will I." I add.
Just as he is about to leave, I ask him, "What will I be working on?"
He smirks. "You'll find out soon, Grant. We'll e-mail you the contract by this evening or tomorrow."
"Great," I said as I thought to myself. What kind of mess had I gotten into?
Sarah comes by, soon enough, and when she finds out, her expressions were more like,
"That's soo not fair!"
I laugh. "You know Sarah, you can come visit anytime you want."
"But you're going only for a few months!"
My sister was the complete opposite of my parents. She always got excited whenever anyone even mentioned Jurassic Park. She wasn't that interested in paleontology as I was, but she was a great writer. I hoped that she'd get published soon.
"So," I continue. "Who's the boyfriend?"
"How did you figure that out?" she looked at me shocked.
I laugh. "You just told me."
She scrunches up her face into a mean expression, but fails. "Not cool Amber, not cool."
"Who is he?" I ask her
Her face turns red like a beetroot. "Go on," I tease her.
"Don't tell this to mom-"
"Don't tell mom what?" my mother asks as she enters the house. Being the excellent elder sister that I was, I cover for Sarah.
"Um… let's just say that I'm moving."
You owe me big time Sarah. I glare at her. She mouths thank you.
My mother gets a bit of a shock, though. She drops her coat. "YOU WHAT?"
"You'll need to sit down." I pull out a chair for her.
"Simon Masrani, the new CEO of InGen paid a visit." I continue.
"And? I'm not sure how that involves you moving?" she has a very surprised look on her face.
"He said he wanted me to work for him."
"Oh no. NO. No. my daughter is not going to be a personal-" I sigh. My mom always jumps to quick conclusions.
"No mom. I'm going to be working as a researcher."
"Thank god- Where exactly are you going?" she crosses her hands and stands in a very intimidating position.
"Jurassicworld," I mumble out.
"Where?" she said raises her eyebrows. The expression that follows; it was scary. She is the scariest woman I've had to deal with. Her gray eyes look like they could see right inside your soul.
Gathering whatever amount of courage left in me, I say "Jurassic World." And then I knew I was doomed.
She starts yelling at me telling me that it was very dangerous, and that she thought I had some common sense left in me, and how could I betray her, and on and on.
Dad walks in and grabs her shoulders, and she thankfully stops.
"I told her the exact same thing, Vera; but she went out and told the guy she accepted."
"Mom, we really need the money! And trust me on this one, the new place is safe! Have you heard of one incident since it opened?"
"Well no, but that doesn't mean-"
"Relax mom. It'd be a great experience for me. Besides, I'm only going for 6 months at first."
"Wait, what?" Dad looks at me, surprised.
"Yes. I've got to stay there only for 6 months. Then if I wish, I can extend the contract. The pay I'm getting is a good $10000 per month. I'll be able to make $60000 in 6 months! And let's not forget that I'm getting a fantastic house, a car, a sick leave-"
"You had me on sick leave. Is it fully paid?" mom says. I hold back a laugh.
"Of course it is." I say trying hard to maintain a straight face.
"Did Alan try to talk you out of it?"
"What, can you go back to the past or something?" Dad says to her, completely bewildered.
"No honey, only you would be as stupid as to stop her."
This time dad raises his eyebrows. "Really?"
It was time for me to intervene.
"Cut it out, guys. He's mailing me the contract. If all goes well, I'll be moving out the next week."
They look at me shocked. "What! The next week! You can't be serious!"
"I'm very serious. Maybe they want me to start working as soon as possible?"
"But why would they want to do that?"
"I don't know."
Dad hunched his shoulder, in defeat. "Fine. Seeing that I have no say in this, I've got to agree with your mom here and send you."