AN: Hey, I'll try to make this ch. A little more interesting than the last!
Please R&R, thanks!
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I thought on the issue of a kid for several months, and then approached Amara with my final decision.
"Amara"
"Huh"
"Amara, I've thought about this for a long time"
"About what?"
"And I think, I mean, if you'll let me, I'd like to have a kid"
She looked at me and laughed. "Do I rule your life?"
"No, but it's your apartment too"
"Mich, I think it'd be fun, a kid." She was still laughing and shook her head.
I didn't understand. She had always been anti-kids, and now suddenly she wanted one? Wait, why did I care, I was getting what I wanted, so why did it matter? It didn't! Well, at least it went smoothly!
The next day we went to the adoption agency to see what little darlings they had. They showed us lots of hyper-active kids, and then they took us into a room, where a little girl with blue hair sat on her bed. She was very pretty.
"Fang, sweetie, there are some people here to see you."
She looked up at us, and then looked back at her lap.
"Hi" I said kindly.
"You don't want me," she said sternly.
I was puzzled by her statement. She had obviously had some kind of abuse or something, but beyond that, I couldn't understand.
"Just leave me alone."
"Wouldn't you like to come and live with us?" I asked, eyes pleading with her.
But, she repeated herself, "You don't want me."
"And why not," asked Amara.
"I'm trouble"
"You are huh," Amara retorted jokingly, "well so am I. We'd get along real well together."
Her eyes, those beautiful violet eyes, full of hurt and anger, met with Amara's. For a second, there was a bond, then she looked down. "Well."
"Will you come home with us?"
"I guess"
I smiled, and took her hand.
The drive home was pretty much silent, other than the vague introductions Amara and I made. When we reached home, she simply put her things in an empty bedroom and sat in the dark, staring at the walls.
"Do you think she's ok?" I asked Amara.
"I think she's a little different, but she'll adapt."
Suddenly, our watches went off.
"Trouble," said Amara, and we rushed out the door.
Meanwhile, Fang searched about the apartment.
"It's not here either" Her eyes scanned the kitchen. "I just knew it would be, but I suppose I guessed wrong again. All of a sudden, she fell to the floor. "No," she screamed, "not now." Haunting memories flooded her head: ~Flashback~ "Daddy, don't leave me, don't leave me here all alone! Daddy!!!" ~end~
When we returned she was crying, still in the same place on the kitchen floor.
"What's wrong?" I rushed toward her.
"You left me, you left me all alone."
I tried to put my arms around her to comfort her, but her head flew up and her eyes met mine. They were fiery red and full of anger and hurt.
"You hate me, I know you do. You just felt sorry for me. You never cared about me, you hate me!" She stormed from the room.
I turned to Amara, "What was that all about?"
"She's practically a teenager. She's just having a mood swing."
I sighed. "I didn't think ten year olds had mood swings."
"Yeah, sure they do. You did."
Fang had several more of these episodes, and afterward she would apologue for acting so childishly and go back to her room. To her, her room had a since of comfort, I believe, and somehow the darkness played into the feeling that surrounded her. I think she liked the darkness, for some reason, I think she enjoyed the loneliness of it.
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I began to find more and more strange talents that fang had, such as the ability to move objects about the room. If I asked her to set the table, she could do it without ever getting up from her chair.
"There" she's say "are you happy now?"
I would nod, and she would go back to simply staring into space. I never understood exactly what ran through that head of hers, but whatever it was, it was certainly strange.
Fang only stayed with us two weeks. During those two weeks, I grew fond of her. Even though she did some queer things, I still loved her. She was my daughter. I even think that Amara began to enjoy her, but one day, we walked into her room and found an open window and a neatly made bed with a note on it.
"Dear Amara and Michele,
I'm really sorry for hanging around this long, but I needed somewhere to be. You guys have been really nice to me, even when I was a total jerk. I still don't understand why you ever took me in, but that's for you to know, not me. Well, anyway, to save you from any more of my crap, I'm leaving. Probably, by the time you get this, I'll be miles away. Thankfully, I've got connections, so you don't have to worry about me. I've made it on my own before, and I can do it again. If anyone asks, you never saw me. Got it?
Thanks, Fang"
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AN: Hi again! I hope you liked this ch, I know it was short, but I'm working on making them longer. I'm also still working on how to make things more interesting, but I promise the chs. will get better and better from here on out! Thanks for reading, don't forget to review!
I thought on the issue of a kid for several months, and then approached Amara with my final decision.
"Amara"
"Huh"
"Amara, I've thought about this for a long time"
"About what?"
"And I think, I mean, if you'll let me, I'd like to have a kid"
She looked at me and laughed. "Do I rule your life?"
"No, but it's your apartment too"
"Mich, I think it'd be fun, a kid." She was still laughing and shook her head.
I didn't understand. She had always been anti-kids, and now suddenly she wanted one? Wait, why did I care, I was getting what I wanted, so why did it matter? It didn't! Well, at least it went smoothly!
The next day we went to the adoption agency to see what little darlings they had. They showed us lots of hyper-active kids, and then they took us into a room, where a little girl with blue hair sat on her bed. She was very pretty.
"Fang, sweetie, there are some people here to see you."
She looked up at us, and then looked back at her lap.
"Hi" I said kindly.
"You don't want me," she said sternly.
I was puzzled by her statement. She had obviously had some kind of abuse or something, but beyond that, I couldn't understand.
"Just leave me alone."
"Wouldn't you like to come and live with us?" I asked, eyes pleading with her.
But, she repeated herself, "You don't want me."
"And why not," asked Amara.
"I'm trouble"
"You are huh," Amara retorted jokingly, "well so am I. We'd get along real well together."
Her eyes, those beautiful violet eyes, full of hurt and anger, met with Amara's. For a second, there was a bond, then she looked down. "Well."
"Will you come home with us?"
"I guess"
I smiled, and took her hand.
The drive home was pretty much silent, other than the vague introductions Amara and I made. When we reached home, she simply put her things in an empty bedroom and sat in the dark, staring at the walls.
"Do you think she's ok?" I asked Amara.
"I think she's a little different, but she'll adapt."
Suddenly, our watches went off.
"Trouble," said Amara, and we rushed out the door.
Meanwhile, Fang searched about the apartment.
"It's not here either" Her eyes scanned the kitchen. "I just knew it would be, but I suppose I guessed wrong again. All of a sudden, she fell to the floor. "No," she screamed, "not now." Haunting memories flooded her head: ~Flashback~ "Daddy, don't leave me, don't leave me here all alone! Daddy!!!" ~end~
When we returned she was crying, still in the same place on the kitchen floor.
"What's wrong?" I rushed toward her.
"You left me, you left me all alone."
I tried to put my arms around her to comfort her, but her head flew up and her eyes met mine. They were fiery red and full of anger and hurt.
"You hate me, I know you do. You just felt sorry for me. You never cared about me, you hate me!" She stormed from the room.
I turned to Amara, "What was that all about?"
"She's practically a teenager. She's just having a mood swing."
I sighed. "I didn't think ten year olds had mood swings."
"Yeah, sure they do. You did."
Fang had several more of these episodes, and afterward she would apologue for acting so childishly and go back to her room. To her, her room had a since of comfort, I believe, and somehow the darkness played into the feeling that surrounded her. I think she liked the darkness, for some reason, I think she enjoyed the loneliness of it.
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I began to find more and more strange talents that fang had, such as the ability to move objects about the room. If I asked her to set the table, she could do it without ever getting up from her chair.
"There" she's say "are you happy now?"
I would nod, and she would go back to simply staring into space. I never understood exactly what ran through that head of hers, but whatever it was, it was certainly strange.
Fang only stayed with us two weeks. During those two weeks, I grew fond of her. Even though she did some queer things, I still loved her. She was my daughter. I even think that Amara began to enjoy her, but one day, we walked into her room and found an open window and a neatly made bed with a note on it.
"Dear Amara and Michele,
I'm really sorry for hanging around this long, but I needed somewhere to be. You guys have been really nice to me, even when I was a total jerk. I still don't understand why you ever took me in, but that's for you to know, not me. Well, anyway, to save you from any more of my crap, I'm leaving. Probably, by the time you get this, I'll be miles away. Thankfully, I've got connections, so you don't have to worry about me. I've made it on my own before, and I can do it again. If anyone asks, you never saw me. Got it?
Thanks, Fang"
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AN: Hi again! I hope you liked this ch, I know it was short, but I'm working on making them longer. I'm also still working on how to make things more interesting, but I promise the chs. will get better and better from here on out! Thanks for reading, don't forget to review!