Chapter two

BROKEN MEMORYS

"Once the place is fixed up a bit it won't look so bad", said Austin.

"Says you", AJ mumbled.

"So when are we starting school?" asked Josh, placing a box on the kitchen counter.

'Who cares', AJ thought to herself.

"Tomorrow", Austin replied searching through the box.

"Really that early?"

"Yep…so you three will have to get your stuff ready".

"Yay", AJ said glumly.

Josh groaned; Austin gave him a stern look.

He sighed and mumbled to himself as he walked out the front door.

Later that night AJ sat on the wood floor in her room. She was unpacking a few of her boxes, trying to find her backpack and her cell phone that had accidentally gotten packed.

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She suddenly stumbled upon a box that she didn't remember looking through. She tore off the tape and opened the dusty lid. She gasped.

Inside were pictures of her and Evan. She reached in and pulled out a picture that was taken at the town carnival. Evan was giving AJ a piggy back ride. They were both smiling brightly; AJ couldn't remember the last time she smiled like that.

Flashback

"Evan, your gonna drop me!" AJ yelled playfully.

"You know I wouldn't let that happen", he replied.

"How do I know that's true?" She asked

"Because of a few reasons".

"Yeah, like what?"

"Well, I guess I just love you to much".

"Oh cute Romeo", she said smiling.

He smiled back, letting her down; he took her by the hands.

"I hope you know that I will always be with you no matter what happens…I promise".

"Course", she replied quietly.

End Flashback

Tears started running down her pale cheeks. All the rage and sadness seemed to build up inside her. It didn't feel as if a dark cloud hung over her. Instead, it felt as if she was actually inside that cloud, apart of it. And every time it rained, it would just be her tears.

"YOU PROMISED!" she yelled at the photograph.

Then out of fury, she threw the picture at the wall, shattering it to pieces. She put her face into her hands, "You promised", she said again.

Getting up, she threw herself onto her bed; Sobbing onto her pillow.

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"DAD!" Katie Fenton called down to her parent's lab.

The reply that came sounded like a hard thud, followed by the sound of falling tools. She walked down the stairs and peaked around the corner. There, she saw her dad, Danny Fenton, backing away from the Fenton Flyer, holding the top of his head with one hand.

He looked at her sternly. "Katie, how many times have I told you, don't yell down the stairs", he said still rubbing his head.

"Sorry", she replied innocently, coming from around the corner.

"I swear, if I bump my head on one more thing, I'm gonna have a permanent mark".

Katie laughed.

"Oh you think that's funny?" he said, tackling her down to the floor, tickling her stomach.

"Okay…I…GIVE!" she yelled through gasps of laughter…and air. Danny stopped and put his hands in the air. "I am once again victorious", he shouted.

"Having fun?"

Danny looked over to the stairs and saw his wife, Sam Fenton, standing against the wall with her arms crossed. "Um I…", stuttered Danny.

"Smooth dad", Katie said, getting off the floor.

Katie, like her dad, was a fun loving type person. Her long, smooth, blonde hair and violet eyes made her one of the populars at her school, Casper High. Her attire included a pink mini skirt, white tank, and a long sleeve, jean, cut-off jacket.

"Yeah, smooth dad", Said Sam smirking at Danny.

He rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to the Fenton Flyer. After a few moments Danny sighed and closed the hood.

"Oh well, I guess I'll figure it out tomorrow", said Danny streaching. Sam looked at her watch.

"Katie you and your brother need to get to bed, you two have school in the morning".

"Okay", Katie replied, walking up the stairs.

"We'd better get to bed too", said Sam.

"Yeah", replied Danny putting his arm around Sam's shoulders.

"GIVE ME THAT!" They herd come from upstairs.

Danny and Sam sighed and walked up the stairs together.

"Ah, the wonders of parenthood", said Danny.

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