AN: SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED I'VE BEEN BUSY AND VERY LAZY. I WILL UPDATE MORE AFTER THIS WEEK BECAUSE I WON'T HAVE IN HOMEWORK BUT I'LL STILL BE IN SCHOOL :(. EVEN IF IT'S A WEEK OVER-DUE MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS GO OUT TO EVERYBODY AFFECTED BY THE TORANDO IN OKLAHOMA. ON A DIFFRENT TOPIC I DON'T HATE NICO, I'M PREFECTLY FINE WITH HIM I JUST DO THAT TO ANNOY MY FRIEND NAYMA. NOTHING WILL HAPPEN TO NICO IN THIS STORY. ENJOY :)

Chapter 9 Charlotte

I looked up at the endless steps leading up to the 5th floor of my apartment building. I glanced at the elevator and looked back at the stairs. The elevator is slower but I don't have to haul this stuff up 5 flights of stairs. On the other hand the stairs are faster and I get a work-out. I quickly ran up the steps to the fith floor. My leggs were pumping and I was panting. Better get used to this since Ima have to run from monsters soon. what?! There is no such thing as monsters and why am I thinking like this. These were some of the strange thoughts I've been having for the past week. They involved monsters or a camp or a package, but most importantly my dad. He went MIA when i was 2 and i can only remeber his smile. The only reason i know i look like him is the pictures of him my mom refuses to throw away. When i got to my apartment i doubled over and took a deep breath.

"Hey wazz-" somebody said and i turned around and slapped the person and saw it was my neighbor Mike.

"Sorry" i said.

"Wow that hurt me alot" Mike said, "Didn't think you had it in you"

"Sorry, just paranoid wit my mom and all. Talk to you later" I said and walked into my apartment.

"Charlotte Anne Moore! Why are you late?" my mom called.

"Sorry, I went to the corner store to buy a soda" I said throwing the empty can in the garbage wanting to lock myself in my room with some music. I looked up at the wall in front of me and saw a picture of my dad standing on a beach. He had blonde hair and was ripped, I couldn't see his eyes since he was wearing some sweet shades but I knew they were a beautiful blue like mine. That was one of the only pictures of him on display. There was a total of 3 pictures framed in my house, not counting my bedroom. In my room i had alot of pictures of him and 3 albums full of pictures of him, my mom, and me. I walked to the other side of the room where my mom was sitting at her computer. There was poem framed next to the screen she would glance at for insperation. Since she created short stories for children's books and took outstanding pictures that gave us enough money to rent to apartments if nessacary. She was on the internet on one of the dozens of people searching wedsites she went to. Typeing names and locations i had given to her because for some reason i could easily track him down, the flaw was that i only got a bit of information at a time. So far I found out he was in New York and lived near the Empire State Building and something about a 600th floor.

"Honey I think i found a hit" she said turning so I could see the screen. She was hopeful but shook my head and she looked disapointed. It was hard finding my dad since we didn't know his last name. My mom would press me for it, but nothing came up. I knew he somehow didn't have or need one. I still haven't told my mom that. She had enough to worry about so I went into my room and turned on my computer. I logged into my blog and started typeing. I reviewed music, artists, albums ect. I barely typed 2 sentences when i heard thud at my window. Slowly getting up I walked to my window and found a package. I saw so much images at once, me with a wicked bow and arrow, me and 4 other girls kicking butt. A camp flashed in my head the i saw the inside of the package, my dad put something in last minute. I grabbed it and set on my bed, I knew I got something nobody else got, a gift from their godly parent. Godly, what am I thinking. Put your head on straight! When i opened the package i took out the letter from my dad, and slowly opened it.

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