Michaela's Pov
My car runs fast in th dark night. It is a Bmw's last model, a gift from my brother to my, or better our (we're twins, indeed) birthday. My grandfather would positive have an heart attack if he knew how much my brother likes cars. It's nearly a year I haven't meet him, but we phone every day, also when he was abroad. Truly I haven't meet him since he phoned me to say of taking care of Jacko. And then, last night he called me asking to came back. Jacko was really exciting . He is so attached to his "brother". Maybe we should say him that he has no brother or sister. Only a father and an aunt. Who knows how Lauren is. the last time I saw her was five years ago, the sixth of July, the day of Jonathan birthday. "Micky.what are you thinking about?" asks Jacko, with his gentle little voice. He looks a lot like me and Sage. Same blond hair, violet eyes. But his more polite than we two put together. "Nothing, baby. We're quite arrived" I answer smiling On the contrary we spent another hour on the street, and in the meantime the child has fallen asleep. At last I could see the house described by my brother. It's a little bit out of reach and surely it is very different from our "family houses" but there is a wonderful friendly atmosphere. A place without silly etiquette to keep and a cold unconcern. I park the car and decide to ring. I hope they 'll be nice! A sort of big man comes to open the door, eating an extra-size sandwich. When he looks at me he becomes a statue. Maybe I should take off this pink sun glasses and the cap, but it is not the most easy thing to do when you're holding a baby in your arm. At least I manage to do it. Now he has to recognize me! The boy begins to stammer: "Mich.model.cal.." What the hell is he saying? And why my brother didn't tell them we're coming? He said he did!
My car runs fast in th dark night. It is a Bmw's last model, a gift from my brother to my, or better our (we're twins, indeed) birthday. My grandfather would positive have an heart attack if he knew how much my brother likes cars. It's nearly a year I haven't meet him, but we phone every day, also when he was abroad. Truly I haven't meet him since he phoned me to say of taking care of Jacko. And then, last night he called me asking to came back. Jacko was really exciting . He is so attached to his "brother". Maybe we should say him that he has no brother or sister. Only a father and an aunt. Who knows how Lauren is. the last time I saw her was five years ago, the sixth of July, the day of Jonathan birthday. "Micky.what are you thinking about?" asks Jacko, with his gentle little voice. He looks a lot like me and Sage. Same blond hair, violet eyes. But his more polite than we two put together. "Nothing, baby. We're quite arrived" I answer smiling On the contrary we spent another hour on the street, and in the meantime the child has fallen asleep. At last I could see the house described by my brother. It's a little bit out of reach and surely it is very different from our "family houses" but there is a wonderful friendly atmosphere. A place without silly etiquette to keep and a cold unconcern. I park the car and decide to ring. I hope they 'll be nice! A sort of big man comes to open the door, eating an extra-size sandwich. When he looks at me he becomes a statue. Maybe I should take off this pink sun glasses and the cap, but it is not the most easy thing to do when you're holding a baby in your arm. At least I manage to do it. Now he has to recognize me! The boy begins to stammer: "Mich.model.cal.." What the hell is he saying? And why my brother didn't tell them we're coming? He said he did!