It has been nearly one month since the incident. Yes my stepmother disappeared and I have no doubt in the world that the news has spread in this little strange town. Not that it makes much of a difference to me for I never cared for her. She was just one of the many after my father's wealth. Why my father and sister, Belle, grieve for her is an answer I will never know. If it wasn't for the sudden peacefulness in the air I possibly would have never noticed know she had gone missing. I doubt that she had many friends because I had rarely seen any visit her. But I can see why, considering how unbearable she could be at times. And as for her family, well they died when she was just a mere child so she was left an orphan. If anyone asked me how I could possibly hate a person with such a troubled past, I would simply answer; I do not have the will to hate a person, I simply don't have any care in the world for her.
But I have no fear that she is in any danger. My theory is that she only left my father without any notice to find another man to feed off of his wealth. I only say this because she is the reason my father is slowly losing his wealth. But I am almost certain that she will return one day whether it is in the near or distant future, she will return. But until then I would just like to put her in the past.
While my life may seem dark, it does have its highlights here and there once you take out the horrible stepmother, annoying father, and the small town where telling a white lie is feared for everyone knows that the whole town would know in the blink of an eye. At this very moment while I am writing this, I am on a plane to my mother's home. Going there is one of the few highlights in my life. After the divorce a few years ago, I can only visit her on holidays and school vacations but at least it gets me away from the small rainy town with only a population of 3,065 which I unfortunately have to call home. I was thrilled when my father told me he wasn't going to board the plane with me, but I should have known there would be a catch.
He sent my sister Belle with me. While I do love her, at times she can be the most annoying pest in the world. One of the many examples is the fact that at this moment she is talking the ear off of the poor boy sitting next to us. Oh how I wish I would have gotten to him in time to warn him he was about to sit next to a trip of non-stop blabber. Of course all of this will be rewarded when we arrive to my mother's beach house. Not even close to the size of my father's mansion but definitely not even close to its gloominess.
We are nearly there but while I am anxious to arrive, I am nervous all the same. The reason you may ask is that when I had phoned my mother before the flight she had informed us to prepare for a surprise. While surprises may be one of the most wonderful experiences in the world for some they could also be another's worst nightmare. Unfortunately for me, I have been through quite a few surprises in my short lifetime and not one has yet to be something to look forward to. But then again my fate may change in this long yet short summer trip. Only time will tell.
The speakers say only ten minutes until my destination but for me and Belle it will be much longer. I say this because whenever we visit our mother she never arrives to pick us up on time for her job keeps her busy so we must take yet another trip, only this time not but by plane but by cab from this very airport to my mothers beach house about another hour away. While we head to a payphone to call a call our ride I see the boy that Belle was talking to head over to a family with a look of relief on his face for getting away from that little talking robot. Although I am happy that he may now relax, I must prepare for the dreadful hour long trip that awaits me.