Part Three - In My Life
By
Carolyne Smythe
Marilyn always tried her best never to cry, unless secluded by herself, which she was that moment in her room. Marilyn had packed all her clothes into the two colossal suitcases her stepfather brought to her from one of the Baxter Building's numerous storage rooms, and had started on the many decorations that adorned the walls and shelves of her room. She went over to her stereo and tried to find a CD that would cheer her up. Finally she picked "Rubber Soul" by the Beatles. She had listened to it so much it seemed like an old friend. As she took the Central City College, California Technological Institute (Cal-Tech), Columbia University, and State University pennants down from the section of the wall she had tacked them up on, she thought to herself.
"Funny how Father and I had a conversation on what is happening now a week ago. What coincidental foresight. The man I just spoke to on the telephone did seem to have a genuine British accent. But, there was something about that voice that seemed familiar."
As she took down the Beatles, Periodic Table, Zodiac, and James Bond posters from the walls, a horrible thought came to her.
"Could it be that HE, the man who has sworn to devote his life to killing us has done some very clever voice-acting, and fooled my stepfather into thinking he is a distant uncle of mine?! The man we know as Dr. Doom?!"
Mary pondered over that for a second, then decided.
"Nah. Doom would not have that evil a heart to go so far into making me think he is a related to me."
She began to pack up her miniature television, boombox, and other assorted electronics as she mused to herself.
"Now Mary, stop your crying. The other man who cares for you would tell you to be strong, and to remember he and the others will always think about you. He did say you can keep in touch with him."
But very quickly did the negative thoughts defeat the positive ones.
"England will be nice. I will eventually get to see Stonehenge, Big Ben, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, the original Hard Rock Cafe, and so much more. But Big Ben and Stonehenge will not replace the big man literally of stone I have come to love named Ben. Hard Rock Cafe won't be as fun as it would be to visit without a rock and roller like Johnny. The grandeur of Buckingham Palace cannot compare to the grand beauty and kindness of Sue, despite her getting on me about not wearing a bow in my hair, or wearing a dress more often. And, the history of London, and its sights like the Tower of London are not as fascinating as many of the things I have learned from Father. As odd as it would be to one, the adopted life is my kind of life. But I just could not tell that to Uncle Drake, especially after what he has been through with my aunt's death, and his search for me. At least I'll make one soul, his soul, happy."
Suddenly over her stereo came one of her favorite Beatles songs, "In My Life". But the words of John Lennon had never meant more to her than right now:
"I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life... I love you more."
Mary let out a sigh as her own tears fell on to the photograph of her and her friends that she had saved as the last item to pack, but couldn't bring herself to. Instead, for most of the night she stared at the photograph. Then, she looked over the city she had come to know and somewhat love. And then, peered out the window at the night sky she had observed, cruised through in the Fantasticar, and fought battles in along the side of her stepfather whom she was about leave behind, and possibly never see again.
By
Carolyne Smythe
Marilyn always tried her best never to cry, unless secluded by herself, which she was that moment in her room. Marilyn had packed all her clothes into the two colossal suitcases her stepfather brought to her from one of the Baxter Building's numerous storage rooms, and had started on the many decorations that adorned the walls and shelves of her room. She went over to her stereo and tried to find a CD that would cheer her up. Finally she picked "Rubber Soul" by the Beatles. She had listened to it so much it seemed like an old friend. As she took the Central City College, California Technological Institute (Cal-Tech), Columbia University, and State University pennants down from the section of the wall she had tacked them up on, she thought to herself.
"Funny how Father and I had a conversation on what is happening now a week ago. What coincidental foresight. The man I just spoke to on the telephone did seem to have a genuine British accent. But, there was something about that voice that seemed familiar."
As she took down the Beatles, Periodic Table, Zodiac, and James Bond posters from the walls, a horrible thought came to her.
"Could it be that HE, the man who has sworn to devote his life to killing us has done some very clever voice-acting, and fooled my stepfather into thinking he is a distant uncle of mine?! The man we know as Dr. Doom?!"
Mary pondered over that for a second, then decided.
"Nah. Doom would not have that evil a heart to go so far into making me think he is a related to me."
She began to pack up her miniature television, boombox, and other assorted electronics as she mused to herself.
"Now Mary, stop your crying. The other man who cares for you would tell you to be strong, and to remember he and the others will always think about you. He did say you can keep in touch with him."
But very quickly did the negative thoughts defeat the positive ones.
"England will be nice. I will eventually get to see Stonehenge, Big Ben, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, the original Hard Rock Cafe, and so much more. But Big Ben and Stonehenge will not replace the big man literally of stone I have come to love named Ben. Hard Rock Cafe won't be as fun as it would be to visit without a rock and roller like Johnny. The grandeur of Buckingham Palace cannot compare to the grand beauty and kindness of Sue, despite her getting on me about not wearing a bow in my hair, or wearing a dress more often. And, the history of London, and its sights like the Tower of London are not as fascinating as many of the things I have learned from Father. As odd as it would be to one, the adopted life is my kind of life. But I just could not tell that to Uncle Drake, especially after what he has been through with my aunt's death, and his search for me. At least I'll make one soul, his soul, happy."
Suddenly over her stereo came one of her favorite Beatles songs, "In My Life". But the words of John Lennon had never meant more to her than right now:
"I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them.
In my life... I love you more."
Mary let out a sigh as her own tears fell on to the photograph of her and her friends that she had saved as the last item to pack, but couldn't bring herself to. Instead, for most of the night she stared at the photograph. Then, she looked over the city she had come to know and somewhat love. And then, peered out the window at the night sky she had observed, cruised through in the Fantasticar, and fought battles in along the side of her stepfather whom she was about leave behind, and possibly never see again.