So here is the next chapter! I hope it is enjoyable! wow...I'm such a noob... Btw, the humor part of the story won't come after a couple chapters, so just bear with me.


Out of breath, I opened a door that read Evicted right across it. The instant stench of the mold in the corners of the walls hit my face and caused me to staggered. The thought of it almost made me take the emergency brown barf bag in front of me. Racing upstairs, I entered my room where there was murals upon murals of Peter Pan, Neverland and its inhabitants. I pulled out a large green luggage bag from underneath my lacy sheets. I turned my head around and gazed at the treasure I had saved for so long. I walked up slowly and gazed at its green luminosity. I took out the papers that were inside the bottle and held them tight.

"It's time,"

And it was time indeed. I stared at the papers in my lap. I took the first paper in the pile, and it was a letter. On the top left corner it had read in a beautiful script To my darling Manuela Moira Darling. Having already known who wrote it and what was entailed, I started to feel the tears rush up to my eyes.

"Gosh I had only read one line." I whispered to myself. Unable to continue reading I folded up the letter and put it in my string bag. Giving out a heavy sigh to calm myself, I began to open the enveloped that came attached with the letter. Having hoped the envelope contained money, I was rather upset to find only an index card. Two addresses were written on the top. The first one was a mystery to me but the second one I knew off the bat. I had seen this address in many of the letter my mother had received in the mail. I never knew though whose address it was. My mom would burn the letter without even a moment of hesitation. I always though they were bills,-considering my parents weren't the most law abiding citizens-at least until I finally received a bill of my own.

Realizing there was more written on the back, I began to read. Apparently they were instructions. All of a sudden a chirpy voice came rang over a loud speaker.

"Good Morning! Please fasten your seat-belts as we will be landing in London soon. Thank you for Flying with us!"

Finally.


After gathering all my luggage from the airport, I walked outside to see a vast array of American tourists with their children. I heard failed attempts of failed British accents and I began to sigh inwardly. Now that I was in London, I would have to encountered my next mission: Catching a taxi. Strange enough, I had never rode in a taxi before despite the fact I lived in New York City - the "city of taxis" as my friends used to say to me. So in an attempt to catch one, I did the only logically thing next to an average T.V junkie teenager.

I stuck out my thumb.

Funny part was that it actually worked. Almost instantly a hackneyed carriage pulled up in front of me. I was surprised to see that the driver's side was on the right side as the driver rolled down his window. I placed all of the luggage in the trunk and stepped into the cab.

"Where to Miss?" the driver inquired.

"Umm.." I pulled out the card and showed the driver the two addresses, "could you take me to these two? This one first though." He grabbed hold of the card and took a hard look at it. He shrugged his shoulders and handed the card back to me. I sat back in my seat and looked outside towards the tall buildings of London. They looked similar to those of New York but didn't have that same finesse though. They had a more vintage-or colonial perhaps-aura to them.

"So where are we?" I inquired the driver.

"We miss, are in Bloomsbury."

"So we're not in London anymore?"

"No, we're still in London, but we're just in an area inside London. A town within a town you could say." He explained.

"How peculiar...,". The was a silence in the taxi for awhile, until the taxi came to a halt. The building was large and beige. A sign on the building read Bank Saderat. "A bank?"

"Yes ma'am," the driver confirmed. I stared at the bank for a little while in amazement. Why would she want me to go to a bank? Things just kept getting stranger.

"I'll be right back," I started walking out the taxi cab, "wait for me." I didn't know if he'd stay or not, but I said it anyway. I miss my mom.


This bank was huge. It felt like I was in Gringotts Wizarding Bank because it was that big. Of course there weren't Goblin bank tellers and the fact that I am 4' 9" didn't help the situation either, still, it was pretty big. As I walked down to what it seemed to be the "main bank teller" - I don't know, I'm not some bank expert - I took a glance at the index card.

Ask the bank teller for the G.D. account. They'll know which one it is. Don't let them get to you.

I took a large gulp. The bank teller had a pompous air about him. He was a rather chubby fellow with some grey streaks of hair on the sides. I saw him take a glance at me. He turn back to the computer he was at and said, "A bank is no place for children, young lady." My heart started to race in nervousness. I'm not good when it comes to talking to strangers.

"I- I," at me. He concentrated on my face. Feeling uncomfortable I pushed forward with my quest. "I'd like to open the G.D. account please."

"And just who are you to ask of this account?" The bank was silent as if large voice resounded throughout the room. "I-I am Manuela Moira Darling." The bank teller shifted in his seat surprised.

"A Darling?" he whispered in amazement. "Impossible. I thought the last one died a year ago..."

"Excuse me," I interjected, "but I am Manuela Moira Darling. I have no clue as to why you're amazed at my name but nevertheless, I have come for the G.D. account." The bank teller out of his daze and gave a perturbed look.

"No idea? NO IDEA? Young lady I do believe you're missing the importance of the situation. The G.D. account isn't just any account." The bank teller was really riled up. "No one has come to open this account in decades, why should I open it to you? You, a small girl." I started getting really frustrated at this man. Nothing could ever go easy could it?

"I AM MANUELA MOIRA DARLING!" I yelled, "It is my name whether you like it or not and besides," I calmed myself down a bit before I spoke, "I know the password." At this the bank teller came off his chair and looked down on me.

"Alright then, we'll see if you really know the password." They led me to a separate room that looked like an office. The bank teller gestured for me to take a seat. I sat down and stared at him with my childlike confidence. He locked the door and then settled himself into this big leather chair. It was starting to occur to me that this "bank teller" in fact was the owner of the bank.

"You're the owner." I stated.

He smiled pompously and replied, "Yes, yes that I am." He opened a laptop and started typing. "So then 'Darling', what is the password?"


THAT'S CHAPTER TWO! Finally done! Sorry it took so long to write. Testing is taking FOREVER at school. So with that, plz read and leave any comments, concerns or suggestions in the review area. All are welcomed. Hope you enjoyed it! :)