Author's Note: All the characters and the original plot of the story does
not belong to me. It fully belongs to MEG CABOT.
See? Its reposted! (thanks scaryfreak914, for unintentionally giving me the courage to update again after being kicked out! =P) Haha, anyway, I'll be working on the new chapter, REAL soon... As soon as I finish my monthly test, anyway. Happy reading and wish me luck! =)
The way I describe Indiana might be very different, having not been there before... =P
This story is my idea of how 1-800-WHERE-R-U is supposed to be after book 4: Sanctuary.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 1
"Mastriani."
''Yeah?"
And then his lips were on mine. I'm serious, one minute we were just sitting there outside at my front porch since it's not yet 11 p.m. ,my curfew on weekends, and the next, he was fully kissing me. Gladly, of course, I returned his kiss. After all, it was our first date, since Randy's wedding, on the eve of Christmas hadn't really been one, given the fact that I was only escorting him and Mrs. Wilkins and just-call-me-Gary was also there. And yeah, on Christmas, he and his mom was there at our house for dinner, but my whole family and the Lippman and the Thompkins were there too so it's still not considered a real date, but tonight, after an action movie down at the mall and riding the Indian around town, you know, just for fun, here we are, on my front porch, kissing.
What a day. It couldn't be any better.
"Rob, what did you do that for? Although I didn't mind, of course," I said to him after we were done with all that kissing.
"It was just a surprise, you know, I mean to end this night. Well," Rob replied me, "its 11 p.m. already, gotta motor, I'll see you tomorrow night, I guess. And don't forget to call me okay after your session with Dr. Krantz?"
"Sure, sure." I was already inside my house, my face popping outside to look at him. "And Rob," I suddenly heard myself saying," I love you".
He turned his face back to look at me, his face wearing the same expression as the last time I said I love you to him but then he began to relax, and mouthed an I love you too, and gave me a quick kiss on my lips.
And then he rode away.
And let me tell you, next to the time he said "I like you too much" to me at the hospital due to some problems with a militia group a few weeks ago and gave me his watch months before that, yeah, and also this necklace he gave me for Christmas, the shape of a star, representing the red star- shaped scar I had when I first got stroked by lightning, in which I'm proudly wearing with the watch to our first date today, this was the best thing he had done to me. And to make things better, he had also wore the leather jacket I gave him for Christmas, taking a whole lot of my allowance, but for Rob Wilkins, anything will do, to this first date, the way I had wore the necklace and his bulky watch.
As I entered my room, a really silly smile on my face, I saw a package addressed to me left on my bed by my mom, I'm sure, not to Ruth anymore, given the fact that Dr. Krantz and Allan and Jill, excuse me, Special Agent Johnson and Smith already knew the truth that I'm still having ESP, after quite some time trying to hide it from them, the package from Rosemary, an operator or clerk or something at 1-800-WHERE-R-U, the hotline number for missing kids, who'd been sending pictures of kids who had been missing for me to find, you know by waking up the next morning to know where for instance, Jacqueline Edwards, the girl's name who I'm suppose to find this time, is.
Being a psychic is so much fun. NOT.
Want to know why? Well, how about, every time you saw a picture of people, missing kids or not, the next morning you woke up, you knew just where that person is, even if you were only looking at a picture of your brother's girlfriend when she was around ten to know that at the night you dreamt of her, she was doing second base with your brother. But thank god things have been looking up, since I attended Dr. Krantz's session, on Wednesdays and Fridays after school from around 3.30 p.m. until 6.00 p.m. And the session was always held at a small house just a few miles from High School Road, where Ernest Pyle High School, my high school, is located and in which I got to learn had been Dr. Krantz's house. And yeah, Malcolm, this guy around my age and this lady called Mrs. Pierce who have the same psychic power I have are pretty friendly and are both in the session, where I got to understand more about psychic and tracking other psychics and bad guys and stuffs. So in conclusion, these few weeks, things are looking better and better, even with Rob, or Douglas, my eldest brother who have schizophrenia and who now seemed to be getting okay these days, he's even working at a comic store downtown where he normally buy his comics, no "episodes" for quite some time already, with the help of Tasha Thompkins, who is Doug's girlfriend and also the sister of a guy who was kidnapped and killed by this militia group who I had captured the leader, somehow anyway and made some major damage to their camp base with the help of some of Rob's friends. And also Michael, my second eldest brother, who was in Harvard before this one time when the love of his life, Claire Lippman had been in the hospital for some pretty serious incident, could be worse if not for me, of course, is now studying in a local university without any problems at all. And not to mention already doing second base with his girlfriend, even though Claire is like a drama queen, beautiful and a great actress while Mikey is like a, well, nerd. Okay, he's quite good-looking, but with that spectacle he had on and the laptop that's always with him, god knows what Claire sees in him (but she did mention that having a college boyfriend when you're only a senior in high school is way cool, not that I don't know that already. I mean, Rob is eighteen, same age as Mikey, except that he's not in college, only working in his uncle's garage, but I think he'll attend college one of these days and I'm only 16, not even a senior yet). And did I mention that Mastriani's, my dad's restaurant that had burned down due to some kids who wanted to warn me just how serious they are about killing me if I keep on standing in their way is almost done from being rebuilding?
So when I climbed to bed and closed my eyes, smiling to myself, I thought with all these good things happening to me right now, things were at last alright, more than alright even, at its best.
Boy, was I wrong. So wrong.
See? Its reposted! (thanks scaryfreak914, for unintentionally giving me the courage to update again after being kicked out! =P) Haha, anyway, I'll be working on the new chapter, REAL soon... As soon as I finish my monthly test, anyway. Happy reading and wish me luck! =)
The way I describe Indiana might be very different, having not been there before... =P
This story is my idea of how 1-800-WHERE-R-U is supposed to be after book 4: Sanctuary.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHAPTER 1
"Mastriani."
''Yeah?"
And then his lips were on mine. I'm serious, one minute we were just sitting there outside at my front porch since it's not yet 11 p.m. ,my curfew on weekends, and the next, he was fully kissing me. Gladly, of course, I returned his kiss. After all, it was our first date, since Randy's wedding, on the eve of Christmas hadn't really been one, given the fact that I was only escorting him and Mrs. Wilkins and just-call-me-Gary was also there. And yeah, on Christmas, he and his mom was there at our house for dinner, but my whole family and the Lippman and the Thompkins were there too so it's still not considered a real date, but tonight, after an action movie down at the mall and riding the Indian around town, you know, just for fun, here we are, on my front porch, kissing.
What a day. It couldn't be any better.
"Rob, what did you do that for? Although I didn't mind, of course," I said to him after we were done with all that kissing.
"It was just a surprise, you know, I mean to end this night. Well," Rob replied me, "its 11 p.m. already, gotta motor, I'll see you tomorrow night, I guess. And don't forget to call me okay after your session with Dr. Krantz?"
"Sure, sure." I was already inside my house, my face popping outside to look at him. "And Rob," I suddenly heard myself saying," I love you".
He turned his face back to look at me, his face wearing the same expression as the last time I said I love you to him but then he began to relax, and mouthed an I love you too, and gave me a quick kiss on my lips.
And then he rode away.
And let me tell you, next to the time he said "I like you too much" to me at the hospital due to some problems with a militia group a few weeks ago and gave me his watch months before that, yeah, and also this necklace he gave me for Christmas, the shape of a star, representing the red star- shaped scar I had when I first got stroked by lightning, in which I'm proudly wearing with the watch to our first date today, this was the best thing he had done to me. And to make things better, he had also wore the leather jacket I gave him for Christmas, taking a whole lot of my allowance, but for Rob Wilkins, anything will do, to this first date, the way I had wore the necklace and his bulky watch.
As I entered my room, a really silly smile on my face, I saw a package addressed to me left on my bed by my mom, I'm sure, not to Ruth anymore, given the fact that Dr. Krantz and Allan and Jill, excuse me, Special Agent Johnson and Smith already knew the truth that I'm still having ESP, after quite some time trying to hide it from them, the package from Rosemary, an operator or clerk or something at 1-800-WHERE-R-U, the hotline number for missing kids, who'd been sending pictures of kids who had been missing for me to find, you know by waking up the next morning to know where for instance, Jacqueline Edwards, the girl's name who I'm suppose to find this time, is.
Being a psychic is so much fun. NOT.
Want to know why? Well, how about, every time you saw a picture of people, missing kids or not, the next morning you woke up, you knew just where that person is, even if you were only looking at a picture of your brother's girlfriend when she was around ten to know that at the night you dreamt of her, she was doing second base with your brother. But thank god things have been looking up, since I attended Dr. Krantz's session, on Wednesdays and Fridays after school from around 3.30 p.m. until 6.00 p.m. And the session was always held at a small house just a few miles from High School Road, where Ernest Pyle High School, my high school, is located and in which I got to learn had been Dr. Krantz's house. And yeah, Malcolm, this guy around my age and this lady called Mrs. Pierce who have the same psychic power I have are pretty friendly and are both in the session, where I got to understand more about psychic and tracking other psychics and bad guys and stuffs. So in conclusion, these few weeks, things are looking better and better, even with Rob, or Douglas, my eldest brother who have schizophrenia and who now seemed to be getting okay these days, he's even working at a comic store downtown where he normally buy his comics, no "episodes" for quite some time already, with the help of Tasha Thompkins, who is Doug's girlfriend and also the sister of a guy who was kidnapped and killed by this militia group who I had captured the leader, somehow anyway and made some major damage to their camp base with the help of some of Rob's friends. And also Michael, my second eldest brother, who was in Harvard before this one time when the love of his life, Claire Lippman had been in the hospital for some pretty serious incident, could be worse if not for me, of course, is now studying in a local university without any problems at all. And not to mention already doing second base with his girlfriend, even though Claire is like a drama queen, beautiful and a great actress while Mikey is like a, well, nerd. Okay, he's quite good-looking, but with that spectacle he had on and the laptop that's always with him, god knows what Claire sees in him (but she did mention that having a college boyfriend when you're only a senior in high school is way cool, not that I don't know that already. I mean, Rob is eighteen, same age as Mikey, except that he's not in college, only working in his uncle's garage, but I think he'll attend college one of these days and I'm only 16, not even a senior yet). And did I mention that Mastriani's, my dad's restaurant that had burned down due to some kids who wanted to warn me just how serious they are about killing me if I keep on standing in their way is almost done from being rebuilding?
So when I climbed to bed and closed my eyes, smiling to myself, I thought with all these good things happening to me right now, things were at last alright, more than alright even, at its best.
Boy, was I wrong. So wrong.