I am so happy, I got my computer back. My dad finally got fed up with me that he gave it back, so now I can type and post when ever I want . I plan on more regular updates from now on. considering the first numbers I posted where during spring break.
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Chapter 11
I sat at the bar typing up my paper for my computer sciences master. The phone rang and I heard Andrew answer it. He hung up a few seconds later, and I looked up. He moved around to sit next to me, his face pale. There's a running thing with phone calls and Andrew, if he doesn't talk something's happened. "Erica, the old man died last night."
"What… but I saw him yesterday morning, he was fine."
"He was on his way to visit his grandson in Amber Falls when he was in a car accident, he didn't make it. The funeral is in a hour."
I got up, my laptop falling to the ground. I grabbed my coat and ran outside. The rain, that had been going on for the past week, came down in sheets, soaking me to the bone within seconds. I ran all the way to the memorial. My hair dripped on the ground as I entered the tent that held the service. By the looks of things someone had decided to tell me last. Adam was there, Andrew had called him saying I was most likely gonna show up there. I fell to my knees. I was wet, cold, and once again some I loved had been torn out of my life. The god of death had it in for me, the many times I was about to die had all been prevented at the last moment. Adam was soon joined by Andrew. As Andrew saw me there he put a towel around me and then just held me there. He knew as I well as I did no matter if you've experienced death yourself, no one could help you, you had to get through it on your own, by the power of your own will.
I sat there for what seemed like hours, my mind not where it should have been. As I saw the sun set on the horizon, Andrew helped me up and took me home, only to have me cry myself to sleep once I got there.
It was a month later when a woman came by and said that Old man Carl Andres had put me in his will. Whatever he had left behind in the real world was mine, his house, land, income, it all became mine. I nearly fainted when she told me.
The old man had left me around 3.2 million total in 5 different banks. I gave half of it to his only grandson so that the kid could go to college. His house didn't have much in it. I saved all the photos.
When I went through the stuff in his attic I found a box with my name on it. Inside was about 10 of very old sword, one from ever corner of the Earth. The one from England was amazing; I could tell that any real collector, or museum for that matter, would be after it. The blade from China was imbedded with Jade, and the blade had a Imperial dragon carved into it. There was one form Africa, one from the Mediterranean, and one from Egypt. I saw the Katanas and immediately shut the lid.
I took the trunk home. After going through the rest, I kept 5 other trunks, and sold the rest.
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