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Chapter Two: Meeting Dad

I happen to be 5'10", I also have weird, messy, untameable hair. It was bleached blonde when I went to Florida once, it was a horrible expirience. I wear red framed glasses, very close to my fathers. So can you imagine me, laying on a couch, waking up in a sweat?

I woke up suddenly to find my clothes soaked through, everywhere. So, I peeled myself off the couch and went to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and looked at my reflection.

'Geez, I look like crap.'

I shuffled back into the kitchen and wondered when I should head up to Tashmore Lake. I was going to leave today though, but should I arrive late or early. If I arrive late, I'll look lazy, but if I arrive early...he may think I am some goody-goody or something.

'This is so stupid.' I thought.

I sat down at the kitchen table and read last weeks newspaper. It was just some babble about some drunk driver dying in a car accident. Thats why I want to get out of New York, get away from all the violence and stupidity. Should I call him again? No...he'll just get annoyed. Maybe I should just call him and tell him...yeah thats what I'll do. I had written his number down before we both hung up so all I had to do is go over to the phone and dial his number. I finished dialing and the phone ran, I dont why I was nervous though. I heard his groggy voice again, it was annoyed.

'Hello?' Yep. He was pissed.

'Hey, this is Michelle. Your daughter, the one that called you yesterday?' I hoped he would remember.

'Oh yes, I remember. What is it that you need, you woke me up.' He groaned again.

'I just wanted to call to tell you I'm coming over today.'

'Alright, well I guess i'll see you later.'

Then he hung up, just like that, without even a goodbye. Wow, my dad sounded like an ass. I decided to go and get dressed, since I'd be going out soon. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair, I kept brushing until I found something that made me freak....THERE WAS A CHUNK OF MY HAIR MISSING. It was like it was cut out or something. I felt something cold against my foot and I looked down, there was a pair of black sizzors. They had my hair tangled in through the blades, at least I think it was my hair. Did I do that in my sleep?

'No, YOU didnt do that in your sleep.' That little annoying voice inside my head started talking.

'Whats that supposed to mean?'

'It means YOU didnt do it.'

'Well I must have, no one would just break into my house and chop some of my hair off. They'd steal stuff, and maybe try to murder me.'

'Maybe it was....'

'Maybe it was what?'

'He did it.'

'Who's he? God, I'm talking to myself. I'm insane, thats it. This is all just a weird dream....like that black hat.'

'Shooter.'

'Shooter? Who the hell is Shooter?'

The voice in my head didnt respond, feeling foolish and a little scared. I brushed the rest of my hair and put a hat on the cover the bald spot of my hair. I pulled on the rest of my outfit and ran out the door as quickly as possible. I held out the directions to his house in my hand as I started the car.

'Hmmm, Tashmore Lake. Sounds familiar.'

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A/N: Well, I kinda liked this Chapter better than the last one. So, do you think Shooter chopped some of her hair off, or do you think it was her? Read and Review so can find out soon!