Chapter Seven
Dear Diary,
Have you ever felt that in the same day your life had just begun and that your life has just ended? I have. Today started well. We went to see Mr. O'Connor (the boss of Angel Music Inc.). He said that we were great and offered us a two-year contract for the band. We immediately took it.
Something else happened today. I got a phone call from back home. Mum's second surgery went well over the weekend and Dad was to pick her up today. He did pick her up and on the way home they had a car accident. They both died. I'm now on my way back home. I can hardly write. Why does it hurt so much???
The Buffster. 4/6/04.
I closed my diary and lent back against the seat. It was painful. Not only was I in emotional pain I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. I couldn't stand it. We were traveling back to Sunny Dale. The one-week of freedom was over in thirty-six hours. My parents dead. I have only briefly spoken to Doyle, neither of us could hold up much conversation.
We traveled back in silence and we pulled up outside my house around eight o'clock at night. I climbed out of the van and waved good-bye to the gang. It was time to be with family now. They needed me. I needed them.
I walked up the path and opened the front door; Drusilla stood there, her cheeks tear streaked and her hands shaking. She looked as bad as I felt. I hugged her tightly after closing the door and together we walked into the lounge room the sit on the small couch. Doyle was already sitting there, not crying, just steering off into space. Sat down and lent against him, Dru against my other side.
Dawn, Jesse and Lindsey came into the room and together walked across the room and climbed into our laps and we sat there. No talking just steering at nothing or silently crying, all night long.
"Mr. Giles" The lawyer said kindly to my brother, "You have no other family to look after your sibling and parents' estate. Your parents have left everything for you and your brothers' and sisters'." He paused from a moment and sighed, "Ms. Giles and yourself have been left as primary careers for your younger siblings until the time the youngest turns eighteen."
There had been a lot of debate over what to do with us. Doyle and I weren't legally adults and we had no family to look after us. All that was said in my parents' will was that Doyle and I were too become guardians of any of our siblings under eighteen and Mum and Dads' estate would be divided up evenly between us all when we all became legal adults. I had showed the lawyer the contract I had signed for the band and he had told me that there was no way to get out of it. I was still going on tour.
This year had decided to become hell. I would start year eleven, I would go on a music tour, I would- along with Doyle- care for my four younger siblings and
hopefully hold some social life (in my dreams).
It had been one week since the day Mum and Dad died and the funeral had been yesterday, we seemed to hold up but the pain is slow to heal. At least we are together.
The lawyer slid a document paper across the hard wood table along with a pen. I looked down at it, primary career forms. I picked up the pen and signed my life away. Well at least the next eleven years...
Okay short chapter, I know. I've got my other story up now. If you review please tell me whether I should write a sequal when I finish this story (I'm hoping to finish this one between at 10 to 15 chapters). Review.