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CH: One

She looked up at the ceiling, with a depressing stare. It's been ten years and this is how she's ended up? Covered in sweat, next to a guy whose last name she didn't even know. What happened to the innocent Kuki?

"Hey darlin', did you enjoy that?" The blonde guy turned over in bed and looked at her.

She looked at him, and got out of bed. "I gotta go." She put on her panties, and a shirt, and then grabs the rest of her clothes.

"What's the matta, baby? I wasn't good enough?" He gave her a sad yet sly look.

"No." She shook her head. "It's not you, it's me."

She walked out of the apartment without a goodbye. She went down the stairs, and hauled a cab.

"Where to, pretty lady?" An Arabic cab driver asked her.

"St. Vincent's Apartments." She didn't even look at him, but she could tell what he was by his accent.

The drive seemed short, not long enough. Sometimes she thought, what if I could just drive away forever. But her wishes had never come true.

"36.89"

"Huh?" She looked up at the man from her thoughts.

"36.89 please."

"Oh yeah." She pulled out the money out of her pants in her hand and gave it to the man.

"Thank you very much! Happy holidays!"

Happy holidays? She had forgotten the Christmas was coming. It must've slipped her mind. That surprised her. New York City had always decorated their streets and buildings for the holidays. How could she have not noticed?

She pulled out her keys and walked inside. Walked up two flights of stairs and used her keys to unlock her apartment. She dropped her clothes near the front door and kicked it away so she could close the door, then locked it. She looked over and noticed a flashing light on her answer machine. She pressed play.

"Message one, December 23, 4:58………It's your mother Kuki. Merry Christmas, Your father says hi……end message one."

What loving parents, she thought. No holiday dinner, just a hello. No I love you, just a good bye. Now she knew why she moved to this city in the first place.

"Message two, December 23, 6:26………Um, Kuki…hey, it's Wallabee Beatles. You might not remember me, it's been tens years……But if you do remember me, I'm having a Christmas party tomorrow and inviting the old gang. I was wondering if you can make it. If you can, call me. 904-4435. I'll give you directions. I would like to…to see you again. Bye…end message two."

Kuki slightly touched the answer machine. "Wally?"

That's all for ch. One. Please review, I know it's short, but it'll be longer, I hope.