MY FIRST FIC! Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters. Just Pamela. This story is gunna be kinda bad at first, but I promise it should get better! Reveiws please, but no flames pretty please. **************************************************************************** ***************** *Beep beep beep beep*
Pamela woke up to the beeping of her alarm clock. She pressed the button and got out of bed. She got changed into some baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, ate a pack of Pop- tarts, and brushed her teeth. She had been waiting for this day for months now. She was going to find her father. With only his last name, she had found out where he lived, what he looked like, his profession, and his age. Now she knew where her father had been all her life. And she was going to meet him face to face, whether he liked it or not.
Her mother was gone for a week on buisness, so Pamela had plenty of time. By the time her mother came back, Pamela would be long gone. She slipped a carefully written letter on her mothers desk, explaining everything. She double checked her bags, making sure she had everything. She left her apartment, locking the door behind her. She sighed heavily and began walking in the direction of the train station. She had turned 15 last month, and she had never seen her father. He didn't even know she existed. She was only alive because of one lousy one night stand. Still though, she was sure she had found him. She had his eyes and skin. After about an hour of walking, she reached the train station. She gave the conductor her ticket, and sat down. She rested her head on the window, and ran her fingers through her long, glossy, strawberry blonde hair. The train pulled out of the station, and Pamela wathed the gray sky, roads, hills and houses fly past. The normally loud, unruly blonde was unusually quiet today. Pamela usually would have started a conversation with whover was next to her, but today she didn't feel like it. Once again, her thoughts drifted back to her father. Would he belive that this 4' 9, 83 pound blonde was his daughter? 'He better...'she thought bitterly before falling asleep.