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Chapter Two-Jimmy's Return
Jama sat quietly watching her father, Harris make finishing touches on the new room that had been added on to her grandparents' home. Well, actually it was her parents' home because her grandparents had moved to a retirement home in the city.
"Tada!" Harris exclaimed. "There it is, Jama, your new room." She stepped inside, and took a look around. The first thing that abruptly caught her attention was the fact that there were two beds.
"Pop," she questioned with a quizzical expression on her face, "why are there two beds?" Harris instantly cracked a grin.
"I've got news for you, Jama...Jimmy is coming home!" Jama's mouth hit the floor. Jimmy was coming home? She tried to dig back into the back of her memory, and remember what he was like. Then it hit her, the memory why her older brother, Jimmy had left.
He sat facing the window. He'd hit the rough age of seventeen. He and his father fought a lot. His little, fifteen-year-old sister, who was very much like their mother, would ask with pleading, green eyes why they fought. He never had an answer, though.
He walked out the door and to the vineyard, where he met his girlfriend, Vicki. Vicki handed him a bottle. He took it without question, and brought it to his lips. She did the same. But suddenly her father, Kai caught them. He yelled the living daylights out of them, and angrily sent Jimmy home to his awaiting father...bad news.
Harris set off like a bomb. He'd never been so furious.
"If you want to behave like that, Jimmy," he yelled in fury, "you can get out of this house!" Jimmy looked his father right in the eye with his teeth clenched in hate. For a split second there was a hint of sadness in his eye...his father had just said that he was such a disgrace he didn't deserve to live there anymore, but that feeling was soon replaced by an intense hatred. He stomped into the room that he shared with his sister, and began rummaging through the drawers.
She looked up at him with those same pleading, green eyes, and asked, "Brother, why are you so mad? What are you doing?" He looked back into those eyes. What should he say?
"Well, Sis...I've got to go away for awhile. You've got to stay here." He reached into his pocket, and felt around for something. Then he looked at the shiny object that was held in his clasped hand. It was a shiny, gold locket. He was going to give it to Vicki, but the chances of seeing her again were slim. "Take this," he replied dropping the locket into his sister's palm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held it in front of her face to see it. Jimmy couldn't stand to see her cry. Within seconds he slipped away from her presence, and out of the house. He was gone.
As Jama exited memory lane, she realized that she was clasping her hand tightly around the shiny, gold locket that had hung around her neck for nearly two years. It would be so nice to see Jimmy again, she thought, after all that's happened.
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Jimmy nervously tapped the deck banister on the ship that was taking what seemed like weeks just to get to a small, remote town most of the world's population didn't know existed called Flower Bud Village. It had been two years since he'd bought himself a ticket to the city. After two years of doing nothing but messing around, he was SICK of the city. But his thoughts were suddenly turned to his family. Had they changed a lot?
He thought of Maria, his kind-hearted mother. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd be overjoyed to see him, but he wasn't so sure about his father, Harris. Did he still hold a grudge against him for that night? Then he thought of his sweet, little sister, Jama. She was a mix of both the good qualities of Maria and Harris. His face softened when he thought of her. He couldn't wait to see her, but he wondered, had she changed too much? Had some wonderful guy stolen her heart yet? He hoped not with all his heart, not Jama, please, not Jama. Then last in his line of thought came Vicki, his former girlfriend. How had she changed? Had she found another guy? Oh so many questions. But Jimmy decided to stop thinking before he passed out.
Finally the ailing, old boat stopped at the dock almost knocking Jimmy off the deck, but instead landing him on his arm. He quickly got up from his uncomfortable position, and scanned over the beach as he stepped off the unpredictable boat. Memories were beginning to daze him already, for the beach was the place that he'd first met Vicki.
The young mother led her five-year-old child by the hand to the beach. The little girl was wrestling within her mother's grip defiantly. She somehow wriggled her hand out of her mother's, and ran straight for the shore. She suddenly toppled over a small, jet black-headed boy.
"Ow!" exclaimed the boy rubbing his head. The girl just giggled with an ornery smirk on her face, which did not go unnoticed by the black-headed boy who bolted straight towards her.
"What's your name?" the little girl asked in between breaths that were consumed by their sudden frolic.
"Jimmy!" the furious boy blurted out tackling her to the ground.
"Heh heh. Mine's Vicki." And with that said and done the little girl leaned forward, and planted a kiss right on Jimmy's right cheek. He was too stunned to pummel her as she ran to the protection of her mother, Karen. Vicki blushed flirtatiously.
Of course back then Jimmy and even the flirty, young Vicki were much too young to know that something would actually amount of that unexpected, little kiss on the cheek. But Jimmy shook his head back into reality, and began to make his way over to his home. He couldn't walk by something and not tie it to some kind of memory or another. Then as he rounded the corner of the beat-up, dirt road, he saw it the ivy surrounded house that he'd so suddenly left nearly two years ago. He slowly walked towards it, but was stopped when he tripped over a grave.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a grave here. How dumb can you be to trip over a silly thing like that?" Then his eyes scanned over the name. It read: Lillia, beloved wife, mother, and grandmother. His heart softened a bit. Lillia, the kind, chipper florist was dead? But as much as these thoughts saddened him, he continued to his house. When he stepped inside, he saw his family sitting at the dinner table. For a split second, they didn't realize his presence. He saw that a chair was placed at his old seat. Had they done that all along? His thoughts were soon interrupted by the quiet cry of his mother.
"J-Jimmy?" she breathed in disbelief. And with that the rest of the family's heads jerked around to see. Maria instantly got up, and threw her arms around her little boy. Jama, on the other hand, fell out of her chair. Harris helped her up, and then they both walked over to Jimmy. The family had a happy, little reunion, but none other was more emotional than Maria was. When Jimmy saw his "little" sister he was amazed at how pretty she'd gotten. He soon caught her in a very tight embrace, and she held up the locket that he'd given her that night two, long years ago. Harris firmly shook Jimmy's hand, and Jimmy was relieved that his father had forgiven him.
Jama helped carry Jimmy's things to their room, and Jama started to converse.
"Jimmy, it's so nice to have you back," she stated on the verge of tears.
"It's nice to be back," he heartily replied. He was finally home...to stay.
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Chapter Two-Jimmy's Return
Jama sat quietly watching her father, Harris make finishing touches on the new room that had been added on to her grandparents' home. Well, actually it was her parents' home because her grandparents had moved to a retirement home in the city.
"Tada!" Harris exclaimed. "There it is, Jama, your new room." She stepped inside, and took a look around. The first thing that abruptly caught her attention was the fact that there were two beds.
"Pop," she questioned with a quizzical expression on her face, "why are there two beds?" Harris instantly cracked a grin.
"I've got news for you, Jama...Jimmy is coming home!" Jama's mouth hit the floor. Jimmy was coming home? She tried to dig back into the back of her memory, and remember what he was like. Then it hit her, the memory why her older brother, Jimmy had left.
He sat facing the window. He'd hit the rough age of seventeen. He and his father fought a lot. His little, fifteen-year-old sister, who was very much like their mother, would ask with pleading, green eyes why they fought. He never had an answer, though.
He walked out the door and to the vineyard, where he met his girlfriend, Vicki. Vicki handed him a bottle. He took it without question, and brought it to his lips. She did the same. But suddenly her father, Kai caught them. He yelled the living daylights out of them, and angrily sent Jimmy home to his awaiting father...bad news.
Harris set off like a bomb. He'd never been so furious.
"If you want to behave like that, Jimmy," he yelled in fury, "you can get out of this house!" Jimmy looked his father right in the eye with his teeth clenched in hate. For a split second there was a hint of sadness in his eye...his father had just said that he was such a disgrace he didn't deserve to live there anymore, but that feeling was soon replaced by an intense hatred. He stomped into the room that he shared with his sister, and began rummaging through the drawers.
She looked up at him with those same pleading, green eyes, and asked, "Brother, why are you so mad? What are you doing?" He looked back into those eyes. What should he say?
"Well, Sis...I've got to go away for awhile. You've got to stay here." He reached into his pocket, and felt around for something. Then he looked at the shiny object that was held in his clasped hand. It was a shiny, gold locket. He was going to give it to Vicki, but the chances of seeing her again were slim. "Take this," he replied dropping the locket into his sister's palm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held it in front of her face to see it. Jimmy couldn't stand to see her cry. Within seconds he slipped away from her presence, and out of the house. He was gone.
As Jama exited memory lane, she realized that she was clasping her hand tightly around the shiny, gold locket that had hung around her neck for nearly two years. It would be so nice to see Jimmy again, she thought, after all that's happened.
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Jimmy nervously tapped the deck banister on the ship that was taking what seemed like weeks just to get to a small, remote town most of the world's population didn't know existed called Flower Bud Village. It had been two years since he'd bought himself a ticket to the city. After two years of doing nothing but messing around, he was SICK of the city. But his thoughts were suddenly turned to his family. Had they changed a lot?
He thought of Maria, his kind-hearted mother. There was no doubt in his mind that she'd be overjoyed to see him, but he wasn't so sure about his father, Harris. Did he still hold a grudge against him for that night? Then he thought of his sweet, little sister, Jama. She was a mix of both the good qualities of Maria and Harris. His face softened when he thought of her. He couldn't wait to see her, but he wondered, had she changed too much? Had some wonderful guy stolen her heart yet? He hoped not with all his heart, not Jama, please, not Jama. Then last in his line of thought came Vicki, his former girlfriend. How had she changed? Had she found another guy? Oh so many questions. But Jimmy decided to stop thinking before he passed out.
Finally the ailing, old boat stopped at the dock almost knocking Jimmy off the deck, but instead landing him on his arm. He quickly got up from his uncomfortable position, and scanned over the beach as he stepped off the unpredictable boat. Memories were beginning to daze him already, for the beach was the place that he'd first met Vicki.
The young mother led her five-year-old child by the hand to the beach. The little girl was wrestling within her mother's grip defiantly. She somehow wriggled her hand out of her mother's, and ran straight for the shore. She suddenly toppled over a small, jet black-headed boy.
"Ow!" exclaimed the boy rubbing his head. The girl just giggled with an ornery smirk on her face, which did not go unnoticed by the black-headed boy who bolted straight towards her.
"What's your name?" the little girl asked in between breaths that were consumed by their sudden frolic.
"Jimmy!" the furious boy blurted out tackling her to the ground.
"Heh heh. Mine's Vicki." And with that said and done the little girl leaned forward, and planted a kiss right on Jimmy's right cheek. He was too stunned to pummel her as she ran to the protection of her mother, Karen. Vicki blushed flirtatiously.
Of course back then Jimmy and even the flirty, young Vicki were much too young to know that something would actually amount of that unexpected, little kiss on the cheek. But Jimmy shook his head back into reality, and began to make his way over to his home. He couldn't walk by something and not tie it to some kind of memory or another. Then as he rounded the corner of the beat-up, dirt road, he saw it the ivy surrounded house that he'd so suddenly left nearly two years ago. He slowly walked towards it, but was stopped when he tripped over a grave.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know there was a grave here. How dumb can you be to trip over a silly thing like that?" Then his eyes scanned over the name. It read: Lillia, beloved wife, mother, and grandmother. His heart softened a bit. Lillia, the kind, chipper florist was dead? But as much as these thoughts saddened him, he continued to his house. When he stepped inside, he saw his family sitting at the dinner table. For a split second, they didn't realize his presence. He saw that a chair was placed at his old seat. Had they done that all along? His thoughts were soon interrupted by the quiet cry of his mother.
"J-Jimmy?" she breathed in disbelief. And with that the rest of the family's heads jerked around to see. Maria instantly got up, and threw her arms around her little boy. Jama, on the other hand, fell out of her chair. Harris helped her up, and then they both walked over to Jimmy. The family had a happy, little reunion, but none other was more emotional than Maria was. When Jimmy saw his "little" sister he was amazed at how pretty she'd gotten. He soon caught her in a very tight embrace, and she held up the locket that he'd given her that night two, long years ago. Harris firmly shook Jimmy's hand, and Jimmy was relieved that his father had forgiven him.
Jama helped carry Jimmy's things to their room, and Jama started to converse.
"Jimmy, it's so nice to have you back," she stated on the verge of tears.
"It's nice to be back," he heartily replied. He was finally home...to stay.