Celwriter: recently I have played a game with a friend so that we can only talk in questions. I remained the champion, but one day at lunch brit and I kept going so much that it annoyed the others. They decided to make us have to settle it by not talking at all. We wrote in questions. Writing for my story does not count as technically this is not me, but C. B. Celwriter. I do not know who will win, but I will fight till the end. My friend has agreed to serve as my interpreter to teachers, but I do not know if Brittany has an interpreter. Anyway, here is the next chapter. * * * Chapter 19

"Hold on," Mort said. So Shooter was right. It did not matter because Mort loved Cel and would never hurt her. Nor would he allow anyone to harm his only daughter. He trusted Cel and believed that she would never purposely try to hurt him. He had believed the same about Amy, but she had betrayed him. Would Cel do the same? No, she was different, wasn't she?

"Cel! Phone!" Mort said when he realized that the phone was still in his hand.

"Coming, dad!" she yelled. She mouthed 'who is it?' as she took the outstretched phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cel, it's Richard, but you can call me Ricky. How's it going?" the voice said.

"Not bad. How are you?"

"Not bad. Um... I was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow night. I was hoping tha you may be able to meet me at the movie theater or if maybe I could pick you up?" Ricky asked.

"I think I could, but I would need that ride," Cel replied.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at five," Ricky said.

"That will be great. I'll see you then."

"See you. Bye." Cel hung up the phone to see Mort staring at her. Oops, she had forgot to ask her father. * * * celwriter: short chapter, I know, but i've been short on time. PS. I won.