Pacific Coast Academy: 10 Year Reunion

Chapter 4: Meet The Barrets

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

"But you came in yesterday and did the track," Michael Barret said into his cell phone, coming in his house and stepping over his son on the floor, "therefore, it's finished. You don't have to do any more tracks. It's gonna cost too much money to start another one anyway. I'm gonna check with Sean." He hung up and shook his head, looking down at his son. "Get up, Chris. You don't have to be that close to the tv. You can get on the couch."

He slowly made his way to the couch, never taking his eyes off the tv screen. "Daddy, I'm trying to concentrate."

"On what?"

"On trying to beat N. Gin. He's hard. I've been doing ever since I woke up."

He looked at his watch. "Since 7:45?"

"Yeah."

Chris Barret was an easy child. He wasn't hard to please at all, much like his wife Breana. He'd go places, but he likes to stay at home and play his favorite game on the PlayStation. Michael shook his head and went in the back to the bedroom as Breana came through the door. "Mommy!" Chris yelled. He dropped his joy stick and ran, jumping in her arms. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," she laughed a bit, hugging him back.

It was no time that Mike and Justine came through the door. "We knew that was you coming home down the street," Michael Junior smiled. He and Justine grabbed her and squeezed her. She hugged them back and smiled.

"Okay, it's my turn," Michael smiled, coming from the back. The kids moved out of the way as he took his wife into his arms. Breana wrapped her arms around him tight and kissed him.

"So Ma, have you decided to go yet?" Justine asked looking at her parents.

She looked down at her, patting Michael's back. "To the reunion? I thought about it."

"And you came up with…?" Michael said.

They all stared at her. She was taken aback as she looked at each of their faces. She moved away from them and sat on the couch. "I decided…"

"Yeah?" Chris smiled, rubbing his hands together.

"I decided that… I might as well?" she shrugged. The kids cheered and ran over to her, sitting next to her on the couch. "Did your boss say that you could get off?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. It's only a week. When are we leaving?"

"We are leaving tomorrow morning."

Michael's cell phone rang. "Hello?" He sighed. "Yeah. I'll be there." He hung up. "I'm sorry, Breana. I gotta go."

"That's okay," she nodded. "Go ahead."

He smiled and walked over to her. "Thanks for being so cool about this." He kissed her and walked out the door. Breana looked at her children, Mike on one side, Justine on the other and Chris right in front of her. "So what's been going on?" They all started talking at the same time. She sighed and covered her face, laughing softly. "Oh Lord.." she mumbled.