Gordo tried to stop smiling, but he couldn't. Life was perfect. No, beyond perfect.
As he drove down the streets of his old hometown of Hillridge, all the memories flowed back into his mind. The summers they spent riding on their bikes and going to the playground. Remembrances of all the childish activities overpowered his mind. For a second, he no longer wanted to be a working adult. He'd almost rather stay at home on a Saturday morning watching cartoons, rather than be stuck in a cramped cubicle. But he laughed aloud at the frivolous dreams. No stuffy cubicle for me. He'd finally made it: he was a director. Well, not exactly. He was only 18, and not even a high school graduate. But he was on his way.
He wasn't sure what had told him to go back to Hillridge. It was almost as if he had seen it in a dream. A friend from the agency had actually prompted him to visit a tarot card reader. He had told him there were good things to come, and that life would soon be more enjoyable to him.
He was usually skeptical when it came to psychics. He thought they were a bunch of phonies, to be honest. But that night, he had a bizarre dream. He envisioned himself floating, on a cloud. In the distance, he saw two strange figures. At first, he hadn't a clue what they were. But then they spoke to him. "Come home, David. Come home." Even in his dream, they sounded the same. Lizzie and Miranda were speaking to him. It was a sort ofprophesy. The tarot cards, the dream. After a while, he was even telling himself to go home.
And now here he was, back at his old home. It had only been 2 years, but time away from home seemed like forever. He grinned at the accuracy of his predictions: the grass looked like it hadn't been mowed in 2 years, and his mom still hadn't done anything new with the garden.
He wondered what his reunion would be like. Would they laugh whimsically like old times, or share heart-felt 'I missed you''s with one another? Either way, he couldn't wait.
He walked gloriously up to his front door, and with his head up high, knocked on the large wooden door.
"Go away," an unfamiliar voice said to him.
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[A/N: If you've read my summary, then you probably won't care about this chapter. I know I promised myself I wouldn't start a new story until I was done my first one, but my first one is turning into a comedy, and I wanted to write something serious. In fact, I meant from my first one to be serious. But I will enjoy writing story very much. Tell me what you think so far.]
