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Chapter 4.
Usually with mysterious emails such as that Fiona would assume it was from her father, but how could it be this time? She had no idea of what to do, who would try to foul me? Who wants to see me stopped? Those two questions kept on racing in her head. Her father had been killed for being too close with the truth, but Fiona's level of paranormal effivicances weren't anywhere close to the kind he did. Plus she had given up that part of her life. Fiona decided she would have to talk to Clu, no matter how much work it might take to find him.
First she went through her desk in hopes that perhaps she had written him a letter or vice versa. Fiona couldn't help but to laugh when she sees a straight A report card from this last term with her name on it. She had never gotten straight A's in her life, it felt real good. Too bad it wasn't real. More school papers, tickets for a bunch of concerts, and other junk, but no address. She could ask Jack for it, just tell him that she missed placed it. But that would be a last minute resort that hopefully would never come.
Annie would also be a good person to talk to. However finding her would be even harder than locating the Bell's, so Fiona quickly dropped that thought. The web site! Fiona had totally forgotten about her web site that could be a huge help. She types in the address and waits while it takes its time to load.
"What the hell!?" Fiona screamed when the page was fully up. It was her page because the name on top said Fiona Phillips, but it wasn't a site of So Weird stuff. The site was of classic cartoon characters. Cartoon characters!? Fiona didn't even like animated shows, well it seemed the other her did. Oh this was great, just great. Clicking on the "X" to close the page Fiona sits for a moment trying to think of the next logical step. In the search box she types the Phillips-Kane Band, perhaps reading of their history would give some insight. 50 plus pages popped up, that really surprised Fiona. There didn't seem to be an official site. And after the 13th or site she opened give little to no information. Well the band now 7 Grammy's, they just finished huge world tour and that was about it.
"Dinner!" Fiona turns the computer off at the sound of her brother's voice. It seemed a bit early to be eating dinner, but Fiona wasn't about to question it. Just go with the flow. They were having meat loaf her father's favorite and hers as well. At least she thought it was, in this universe you can't be sure of anything. Fiona found it surprising that no one was talking, everyone looked pissed off about something, but what?
"You guys excited about the show tonight?" Fiona decided to try breaking the foul mood.
"Yeah I guess." Her mother's tone of voice was depressing and almost creepy.
"Damn it Molly I'm getting sick of this!" Fiona never in her life at least not could she remember, had her father's yelled like that. She was so taken back that her fork was dropped clanking the plate. Everyone turned and stared, all she could was mouth sorry.
"So am I!" She had heard her mother yell before so that wasn't as shocking. At this point Jack raises from the table and nods towards Fiona to do the same, she does. With both parents now in full blown shouting match the two kids exit the arena.
"What was that about?" Fiona asks her brother as he's turning on the TV.
"The same whole crap." Well that was a lot of help.
"Who do you think is right?" Maybe asking in a different approach would work.
"I don't know."
"Oh come on you have to have an option." Fiona knew the second that came out of her lips, a big mistake was made.
"Ok then who do you think is right?"
"I I I um asked you first!"
"Fine I think dad is right."
"How exactly?" Fiona knew she was asking too many questions and was pissing Jack off.
"I DON'T KNOW OR CARE!" Ok he was way past pissed. Fiona decided it would be best to leave the room. She got up from the couch and walked towards the stairs. There was still yelling from inside the kitchen doors.
"I'm not saying it's mom's fault it's just---" Fiona turned at the sound of her brother's voice.
"Go on." Hopefully she'd now get some answers.
"Its just dad has a point, she doesn't put her heart into the shows anymore. While on stage she acts like she's getting a root canal." So her mother was falling out of love of performing.
"It has to be tough on her Jack."
"Yeah I know, but she could at least pretend she was happy like she used to be." At rehearsal her mother seemed just fine with singing on the stage. However everybody knew practice and real shows were two totally different things. Fiona didn't respond to the last comment, just walked up the stairs.
She entered her room and opened her mouth to scream, but a hand was put over it before any sound would come out. Sitting across from her on the bed was a really short man with purple painted skin and orange hair. He sorta looked like an oompa loompa from the Willy Wonka books and movies, just the colors were reversed. Fiona saw no one behind her, so she had no idea who stopped her from yelling.
"Hello Fiona." The short man spoke to her.
