***THE PARENT TRAP: THE DIGITAL VERSION***
~CHAPTER 1: SO NEAR, YET SO FAR~
A young girl, around the age of twelve, stood unhappily by the car, looking beseechingly towards the woman who was taking out several suitcases from the trunk. The woman pretended not to see the look, but the girl knew very well that she had.
Finally, she spoke. "Sora, how come we have to come here?" she whined.
Sora winced before turning to look at her. "Misaki, there is no 'we.' Your father wanted you to…"
"Speaking of Dad, how come he didn't come?"
Sora sighed before slamming the trunk shut. "You know he had a record deal…"
The girl's bottom lip stuck out angrily. "You can't make me go!"
With a soft sigh, Sora turned to look at the girl and was struck with a sense of familiarity, like she always was. Misaki had shoulder-length blond hair and soft, cinnamon brown eyes that were filled with anger and rebellion.
"You look so much like your father…" she couldn't help but say.
Her lip trembled. "Oh Sora, I don't want to go!"
Sora thought to herself of how much she resembled in spirit her…
Misaki wiped her eyes. "I want to stay with Dad…"
"Well," Sora began, putting an arm around the girl, "Your father wants you to come here because this was where he went to summer camp around your age. This place changed his life forever…" More than you'll ever know she thought sadly.
"Sora, did you come here too?" Misaki asked innocently.
Sora leaned weakly against the car, unwanted memories screaming through her head at speeds of over 100 miles per hour. Memories of a time of him…
She shook her head and said, keeping her voice calm, "Yes, Misaki. I came here too." She straightened and hugged the girl one last time. "Have fun, Misaki. I'll be here to pick you up in a few weeks."
"But…"
"Shh," she whispered, putting a finger against her lips. "Be your daddy's girl."
Misaki closed her mouth and nodded. "Yes, Sora."
Sora waited until Misaki was out of sight before bursting into tears.
"I don't want to go," another little girl said on the other side of the camp. "I don't want to leave you and Mother."
The tall man who had been unloading suitcases stopped to hug the girl. Kneeling in front of her, he said softly, "You know we love you…"
"Yes," she said tearfully.
"And you know that we want the best for you…"
"Yes…"
"So, your mother feels that this is the best place for you be. You'll have a taste of Japanese culture, and make some new friends."
"But…"
The man stroked her cheek gently. "Did you know that your mother and I came here when we were around your age, Miyame?"
Miyame shook her head curiously. "No, Tai…"
"We were never the same again. We met new friends, had many adventures together…" Made mistakes together… he thought to himself.
Miyame sighed as tears formed in her eyes, but she said, "I'll miss you, Taichi…"
"I'll miss you too, Miyame." He staunchly refused to cry, though he wanted to deeply. The place had just too many memories.
"Will you say goodbye to Mother for me?" Miyame requested.
"I will. You do know that her new line is called 'Miyame', don't you?"
Miyame smiled. "I know. Bye Tai," she said, and he was hit with the sense of her mother's eyes looking at him, but he shook his head to see mahogany, rather frightened eyes peering out from beneath a mop of long, fair hair.
Tai hugged her once again. "Bye, Miyame. I'll be here in a few weeks."
Miyame waved goodbye before determinedly walking away without looking back.
She is so much her mother's girl, he thought to himself.
As the top of the girl's head disappeared, he got in the car and stared unseeingly at the steering wheel. The memories began to hit him hard, and everywhere he turned, it was as if he could see her beautiful face…
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: I REPEAT- PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
~CHAPTER 1: SO NEAR, YET SO FAR~
A young girl, around the age of twelve, stood unhappily by the car, looking beseechingly towards the woman who was taking out several suitcases from the trunk. The woman pretended not to see the look, but the girl knew very well that she had.
Finally, she spoke. "Sora, how come we have to come here?" she whined.
Sora winced before turning to look at her. "Misaki, there is no 'we.' Your father wanted you to…"
"Speaking of Dad, how come he didn't come?"
Sora sighed before slamming the trunk shut. "You know he had a record deal…"
The girl's bottom lip stuck out angrily. "You can't make me go!"
With a soft sigh, Sora turned to look at the girl and was struck with a sense of familiarity, like she always was. Misaki had shoulder-length blond hair and soft, cinnamon brown eyes that were filled with anger and rebellion.
"You look so much like your father…" she couldn't help but say.
Her lip trembled. "Oh Sora, I don't want to go!"
Sora thought to herself of how much she resembled in spirit her…
Misaki wiped her eyes. "I want to stay with Dad…"
"Well," Sora began, putting an arm around the girl, "Your father wants you to come here because this was where he went to summer camp around your age. This place changed his life forever…" More than you'll ever know she thought sadly.
"Sora, did you come here too?" Misaki asked innocently.
Sora leaned weakly against the car, unwanted memories screaming through her head at speeds of over 100 miles per hour. Memories of a time of him…
She shook her head and said, keeping her voice calm, "Yes, Misaki. I came here too." She straightened and hugged the girl one last time. "Have fun, Misaki. I'll be here to pick you up in a few weeks."
"But…"
"Shh," she whispered, putting a finger against her lips. "Be your daddy's girl."
Misaki closed her mouth and nodded. "Yes, Sora."
Sora waited until Misaki was out of sight before bursting into tears.
"I don't want to go," another little girl said on the other side of the camp. "I don't want to leave you and Mother."
The tall man who had been unloading suitcases stopped to hug the girl. Kneeling in front of her, he said softly, "You know we love you…"
"Yes," she said tearfully.
"And you know that we want the best for you…"
"Yes…"
"So, your mother feels that this is the best place for you be. You'll have a taste of Japanese culture, and make some new friends."
"But…"
The man stroked her cheek gently. "Did you know that your mother and I came here when we were around your age, Miyame?"
Miyame shook her head curiously. "No, Tai…"
"We were never the same again. We met new friends, had many adventures together…" Made mistakes together… he thought to himself.
Miyame sighed as tears formed in her eyes, but she said, "I'll miss you, Taichi…"
"I'll miss you too, Miyame." He staunchly refused to cry, though he wanted to deeply. The place had just too many memories.
"Will you say goodbye to Mother for me?" Miyame requested.
"I will. You do know that her new line is called 'Miyame', don't you?"
Miyame smiled. "I know. Bye Tai," she said, and he was hit with the sense of her mother's eyes looking at him, but he shook his head to see mahogany, rather frightened eyes peering out from beneath a mop of long, fair hair.
Tai hugged her once again. "Bye, Miyame. I'll be here in a few weeks."
Miyame waved goodbye before determinedly walking away without looking back.
She is so much her mother's girl, he thought to himself.
As the top of the girl's head disappeared, he got in the car and stared unseeingly at the steering wheel. The memories began to hit him hard, and everywhere he turned, it was as if he could see her beautiful face…
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: I REPEAT- PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!