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Chapter 1.
Fiona
Phillips slowly opened her eyes to the morning light softly pouring into the
room. She stretches and sighs,
satisfied from a good nights sleep.
This was the first night in the last week since she began using this bed
again that she slept well. Unable to
adjust to the normal teenage life she so desperately thought she wanted. Fiona returned home. Imedially regaining the happiness that
always followed her.
Fiona
however had not been able to sleep completely through the nights. She kept having dreams that mainly involved
her father. They weren't negative
dreams or nightmares; but not flower and puppy good either. The dreams were unsettling. Fiona often dreamed of her father, it was in
her mind their way of commutating with each other. Sadly when morning would come must of the details would be
forgotten. But they left her with a
pleasant feeling deep inside, not anymore.
Even though Fiona still couldn't recall the details there was no more joyous
emotions to be felt. Last night there
was no dreams of him so sleep was able to occur.
The alarm
clocks red numbers told it was 7:53, Fiona would need to be dressed and down
stairs in seven minutes. She sighs
again but in an annoyed way this time and kicks the covers off of her body onto
the floor. The room was all hers at
least for now. Since returning home
Fiona and not seen Annie. Her parents
had come back to the states for two weeks and requested their daughter be with
them during that time; Annie agreed and went.
The two girls would share the room once Annie was back. Fiona and Annie got along quite well, but
being roommates was totally different territory. The room wasn't very big and sometimes it isn't large enough for
one person let alone two. Fiona looked
around the room while putting on a clean set of clothe trying to figure out how
two beds, two dressers, and two of almost everything else would fit in
here. With seeing the count time of
being ready was down to two minutes Fiona decided this mystery would have to be
solved another time.
Going over
to the desk to pick up a hairbrush Fiona freezes. This wasn't here before; in fact she had never seen this
before. There was a picture of her
father sitting on the couch laughing at whoever was taking the picture. But it was the new couch, the one they
bought two years ago. Fiona quickly
looks around the room like she had done moments before and discovers there were
a couple of other things that didn't belong.
On a top shelf above the closet was a clown lamp that had given away to
charity auction four years ago. All of
Annie's posters that had tapped on the walls weren't there. Fiona had no idea what to think. She didn't even know what subject line to
put in the search option to find information out.
Fiona was
now late and would surely get yelled at.
At least this time she would have a good excuse. She remembers that she can't say anything. Because of a promise she made to her mother
of never exploring the unexplained again.
Fiona knew if her mother knew of the situation she would become very
upset and perhaps sad. This was
something Fiona would need to keep a secret, at least for now. The old tiring I over slept response for
being late would have to be used.
"Come on
Fiona let's get a move on it!" Fiona
sighs barely listening to the words coming from downstairs. Can't a person be 45 seconds late?! True they had appointments to attend, but
being a minute tardy for breakfast really won't mess the whole days schedule
up. Fiona then drops her shoes laces
and stares at the door, her hands trembling along with the rest of her
body. That voice which yelled at her
didn't belong to mother. It wasn't Jack's
either. Fiona had no doubt in her mind
the sound of that particular voice could only be her father's.
With shoes
only partially tied Fiona races down the stairs nearly tripping on the last
step. Pushes her way past Jack who's
trying to greet her good morning and does the same thing to her mom. Where is he!? She thinks desperately to herself. Whistling is heard coming from behind the closed kitchen
door. Walking up to it she pauses for a
second trying to let herself know that what she thinks is on the other side
most likely isn't what she hopes.
Pushing the door open Fiona finds herself looking right at her father
flipping over a pancake.
"Good
morning Fiona." It looked like
him. Sounded like him. Fiona starts to tear up and runs across the
room and grabs her father in a hug. She
can touch him this time, he's really standing here. The tears then start to fall down her face. Her dad after a moment of listening to
Fiona's sobs pulls her way and looks into her eyes.
"Honey
what's wrong?"
"I missed
you so much daddy!"
"Missed
me? Where did I go?" Fiona knew this situation was all wrong and
she should try understanding the details, but not now. All she wanted was to be with her father
like she always wanted since he left.
*There will be more.
