Chapter 9: Final words
It was a lovely afternoon; the sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky. Kristy, Stacey, Claudia and I were hanging out in Stacey's front yard. Mallory and Jessi were also there, but they were just fetching us soda pop from inside.
I was browsing through a youth magazine and smiling to myself. It had been such an exciting week; to find out that your mother is alive is something that can't be described, although she wasn't exactly that kind of a person I had hoped she would be. I couldn't ever love her, or even want to see her ever again, but I wished her well. Father, Sharon and Dawn were my real family.
My own future would never be anything like my mother's current life. I had it all planned out: Logan and I would get married and have at least six children. We might move to New York or London for a few years, but eventually we would return to Stoneybrook, which is the best place in the world.
What about the other members of the BSC then? Well, they were quite an extraordinary group of people. They all had a special talent! Kristy would become, if not the commander-in-chief, a successful businesswoman. Dawn, who is an activist already at the age of 13, would some day be a politician or something like that. Claudia would become an artist, Mallory a novelist, Jessi a ballerina and Stacey.. well, with her style it shouldn't be hard to find a rich husband.
I beamed. Life was so great.
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Joan Wilson was sipping rum and boiling potatoes outside her trailer. Kenny, a middle aged, bald and rather large man sat next to her smoking the fifth cigarette in a row. Joan snatched the butt from him. "It's my turn now", she said.
"So how are we gonna spend the money that crazy woman gave us?" Kenny asked and burped.
"Gave me, Kenny", Joan emphasized. "It was me who had to learn that stupid story and pretend to be that girl's relative. You did nothing but slept the whole time."
"It was the best thing to do", Kenny replied. "I wouldn't have remembered how to call you. Tanya, Alma or what the damn. I don't think you even knew yourself who you were supposed to be."
"All the same. Easy money is always a good thing" Joan said. "I just feel sorry for the girl. Her mother is a lying bitch."
"Oh you feel sorry for her cause of that!" Kenny laughed. "I personally pity her because now she thinks that you're her mom."
Joan nudged Kenny so that some rum spilled on his shirt.
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Author's Note:
A big thanks to those people who have R&R this story when it was still unfinished.
If you have taken the time to read this, please review it too.
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