Chappy Three is here!
4: Whoopdiedoo.
3: I know! Yay!
Anyway... Thank you for your reviews, i love readin them! On with the story.
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It was at that very same moment that Kuki was thinking about him. Her thoughts were also
broken by an impatiant knock at the door.
" Mom! You promised us a story!" It said in Japanese.
" Be there in a minute, Bethie," Kuki replied in English. " And speak in English! You know
you are going to be an exchange student going to America next month! You need as much
practice as you can."
There came a sigh from the doorway. " Okay..."
Kuki rolled her eyes and went to the girls bedroom. There were her two girls, Bethie and
Aymie, waiting.
"What story do you want to hear tonight?" she asked them.
"Tell us about Dad. You never talk about him anymore," came the reply from Aymie.
"Girls, i've told you it a million times! He's gone now," She sighed, her heart longing for
him at that very moment.
" Well then, tell us about when you were young."
Kuki smiled. It was easier to talk about when they were young and in the kids next door.
she had never told them about the KND, she had allways referred it as thier "little club".
"Allright," she said, " Let's go to my room then. "
So they went and the girls cuddled around thier mother on her large bed.
"Now. When your father and i were young... oh, there are so many stories! What do you want
to hear about?"
" um... when you guys met!" said Bethie, her eager eyes hungry for a story.
" Hmm... well then, that was when i was nine," she began, " And i had just joined the club
that i had told you about. The members were my friends Nigel and Hoagie."
The girls laughed.
"What's so funny?" Kuki inquired.
" Those names! They sound wierd," piped in Aymie.
" Well, those were thier names. Anyway, i had just joined. We had this treehouse and we did
lots of things. Well, we were looking for new members. I had the job of recruiting the new
members. Oh, i was so shy. I didn't know much english, i had lived in Japan untill i was
eight."
"Is that why you taught us English when we were little?" Asked Bethie.
"Yes. You were born in America and you are going back as exchange students, so you won't
have to be so shy like i was."
"Get on with the story mom!" Whined Aymie.
"Allright, allright. I was scouting around at school when i saw your father yelling at some
bullies. I thought, 'wow, we could use someone like him in our club!'"
The girls were staring at her, eager.
" So, I gathered up my best courage and went over and asked him."
"What did he do?" The girls said together.
Kuki laughed. " He just looked at me and walked away."
The girls gasped. " He did?"
"Yes! But i went after him and persuaded him to just take a look at the treehouse. So, he
did and after much persuasion, he finally joined. He learned to like us," Kuki said, smiling.
"What was he like?" Aymie asked quietly.
" He was short, " she lauged, " like our Bethie here. "
Bethie just glared at her mother.
" That's where you got your blondness from. Actually, i have a picture of us when we were eleven. "
The girls perked up. They had never seen a picture of thier father when he was young.
Kuki got up and opened a drawer, sifted through some papers, and took out a paper.
" Here," she said, handing it to the girls.
They grabbed it and stared at it for a few moments before giggling.
"What were you guys doing?" Laughed Bethie.
" Oh, that..." Her mother blushed.
The picture was of them in the kitchen when they were trying to make a cake for five's birthday. They ended up having a food fight and the picture was taken of them cleaning up the mess, chocolate everywhere.
" Nigel got so mad at us for messing up the kitchen. I think your father and I became better
friends after spending hours in the kitchen cleaning up."
"Aww... that's so sweet mom!" said Aymie, eyes still on the picture.
" Allright now," thier mother said, " time for bed."
The girls moaned and skurried off. Kuki took the picture, looking at it for a long time. As
a tear drop fell, she tore her eyes away.
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Awww, how touching. Wow, another chapter the next day! A record!
4: At least this chapta isn't THAT mushy.
*rolls eyes* Please r/r!
4: Whoopdiedoo.
3: I know! Yay!
Anyway... Thank you for your reviews, i love readin them! On with the story.
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It was at that very same moment that Kuki was thinking about him. Her thoughts were also
broken by an impatiant knock at the door.
" Mom! You promised us a story!" It said in Japanese.
" Be there in a minute, Bethie," Kuki replied in English. " And speak in English! You know
you are going to be an exchange student going to America next month! You need as much
practice as you can."
There came a sigh from the doorway. " Okay..."
Kuki rolled her eyes and went to the girls bedroom. There were her two girls, Bethie and
Aymie, waiting.
"What story do you want to hear tonight?" she asked them.
"Tell us about Dad. You never talk about him anymore," came the reply from Aymie.
"Girls, i've told you it a million times! He's gone now," She sighed, her heart longing for
him at that very moment.
" Well then, tell us about when you were young."
Kuki smiled. It was easier to talk about when they were young and in the kids next door.
she had never told them about the KND, she had allways referred it as thier "little club".
"Allright," she said, " Let's go to my room then. "
So they went and the girls cuddled around thier mother on her large bed.
"Now. When your father and i were young... oh, there are so many stories! What do you want
to hear about?"
" um... when you guys met!" said Bethie, her eager eyes hungry for a story.
" Hmm... well then, that was when i was nine," she began, " And i had just joined the club
that i had told you about. The members were my friends Nigel and Hoagie."
The girls laughed.
"What's so funny?" Kuki inquired.
" Those names! They sound wierd," piped in Aymie.
" Well, those were thier names. Anyway, i had just joined. We had this treehouse and we did
lots of things. Well, we were looking for new members. I had the job of recruiting the new
members. Oh, i was so shy. I didn't know much english, i had lived in Japan untill i was
eight."
"Is that why you taught us English when we were little?" Asked Bethie.
"Yes. You were born in America and you are going back as exchange students, so you won't
have to be so shy like i was."
"Get on with the story mom!" Whined Aymie.
"Allright, allright. I was scouting around at school when i saw your father yelling at some
bullies. I thought, 'wow, we could use someone like him in our club!'"
The girls were staring at her, eager.
" So, I gathered up my best courage and went over and asked him."
"What did he do?" The girls said together.
Kuki laughed. " He just looked at me and walked away."
The girls gasped. " He did?"
"Yes! But i went after him and persuaded him to just take a look at the treehouse. So, he
did and after much persuasion, he finally joined. He learned to like us," Kuki said, smiling.
"What was he like?" Aymie asked quietly.
" He was short, " she lauged, " like our Bethie here. "
Bethie just glared at her mother.
" That's where you got your blondness from. Actually, i have a picture of us when we were eleven. "
The girls perked up. They had never seen a picture of thier father when he was young.
Kuki got up and opened a drawer, sifted through some papers, and took out a paper.
" Here," she said, handing it to the girls.
They grabbed it and stared at it for a few moments before giggling.
"What were you guys doing?" Laughed Bethie.
" Oh, that..." Her mother blushed.
The picture was of them in the kitchen when they were trying to make a cake for five's birthday. They ended up having a food fight and the picture was taken of them cleaning up the mess, chocolate everywhere.
" Nigel got so mad at us for messing up the kitchen. I think your father and I became better
friends after spending hours in the kitchen cleaning up."
"Aww... that's so sweet mom!" said Aymie, eyes still on the picture.
" Allright now," thier mother said, " time for bed."
The girls moaned and skurried off. Kuki took the picture, looking at it for a long time. As
a tear drop fell, she tore her eyes away.
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Awww, how touching. Wow, another chapter the next day! A record!
4: At least this chapta isn't THAT mushy.
*rolls eyes* Please r/r!
