Okay, so I may have lied when I threatened not to publish until I get four more reviews, I still haven't gotten any, so I'm very disappointed, I hate wasted time, and this seems like it is. I've never felt so disappointed in something I've done before. But it's not fair for me to deny the people who have reviewed, favorited, and followed.
Anyways, I'd love for any reviews about how it's going, too much at once? Not enough? Not making sense? Anything, really, it's not hard. Really, let me know how you feel about it.
Disclaimer: Not JP, don't own MR stuff.
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Time Skip (about ten minutes of crying later)
Looking around the room, dad is on the bed, face first into her pillows, and I hear huge sobs coming from there. Mom is collapsed in the middle of the floor, not crying, just looking lost.
I remember 'may' and immediately jump up and start searching her desk. Angel is weird like that, she didn't want to be cramped in a corner, or staring at a wall, she wanted to be able to roll her chair all around the table with nothing to stop it.
I see all her recent poems; they are always dated and stacked. 'No Love for Me,' 'A Place I'd rather be,' the list goes on and on, depressing poems, all written by a seemingly happy person.
As I get farther from poems from the past two years, the happier they are. Words fly by, not one of the poems contain 'may.'
Mom slowly comes back to her senses, I hear the sound of her clothes swishing as she gets up and leaves the room. I still hear dad's sobbing; it's getting louder and louder.
I've looked through about five stacks, all containing about fifty poems or songs, or stories, what can I say, she loved to write. "May, may, may, may, may, may," I keep repeating, getting louder the longer I go on, the more frustrated I get.
I hear mom come back into the room, she's talking to someone, maybe the police? I drown her out, lost in the poems; I still haven't found 'may.'
After searching her desk for another five minutes, I realize, she has a calendar on her wall! It's has the next seven years, told you she is weird. As I rush to the calendar, Nudge and Iggy come into the room with four police officers behind them; Gazzy is nowhere to be seen.
I yank the calendar down, and start flipping through it, we're in July, so I flip to this past May, nothing but plans written down, shopping, and sleep overs, etc.
Skipping through all seven Mays reveals nothing, so I flip through more carefully. The second time I realize the May for 2018 (A/N: They graduated late May or early June 2014, so what I mean is in four years.) has a small note next to it, saying 'under 3 tables.' It's written so small that I have to get super close to see it.
I have to think about it for a minute before I realize she wants me to check under more than one table. Why can't she make things easy for me? As everyone is talking to the police I realize that she'd only use three specific tables.
Racing to Iggy's room, I dive under his bedside table that holds his alarm clock, his books (all in braille), and surprisingly enough a lamp, 'in case I wake up in the middle of the night with the ability to see' is what he says.
It takes me a minute to feel the paper, but it's wedged in a gap between the sides and the top. I ease it out, and shove it in my pocket.
Not wasting anytime I crawl to Nudge's room (their rooms are across the hall, and I don't feel like standing just to get more carpet burn when I slide under the table. I go to the table she has set up to house all her make up, and surely enough there is another paper taped to the bottom of it.
The last table I think is my parents table, but when I check there is no paper. Huh? I know she wouldn't use mine, but I can check.
I go to my room, and search under my table, and all I feel is my envelope. It's full of money I've been saving since before Max, but after I met her it's for her, I counted it last November, and it had over seven thousand dollars in it. Now it has probably close to nine thousand.
(A/N: I know, kind of unreasonable, unless you have money from two sets of grandparents, 2 aunts and 1 uncle, then parents, and a job, think about it, I made almost two thousand at my job this summer, but I only worked half of the summer so.)
Over half of my checks from my old job went in there, all my Christmas and birthday money, and any other money I was given or collected since eighth grade.
I decide to check Gazzy's room; he doesn't have a table though. When I go into his room, I see him on his bed, face up, just staring at the ceiling. He's talking to himself "-ould've told me where, I mean it's not that hard to tell your fucking twin is it?" He looks up at me and I see his eyes are red, and puffy. "What do you want?"
"I'm looking for something," I respond, and he just lays back down muttering, "No, get the hell out."
"Ya know if you give me a minute and I think it may help find her." With that comment he jumps off the bed and rushes over to me.
"Really? What are you looking for? How can I help? What did she leave?" His eyes were lit up with so much excitement and happiness that I had to look away.
"Do you know what table in the house would be important to her?" I ask him, and he looks confused.
"Um, maybe Nudge's make up table? She loves it when Nudge does her makeup! Or you could possibly try Iggy's bedside table? She liked to hide there when she was little and scare him, remember?" He said skeptically. "Why do you need to know about tables?"
"I already looked under those tables, and found two pieces of paper, I just need one more. She left a note for me saying 'under 3 tables' so, I need one more."
"I wanna see the notes! Give me them!" He holds his hands out like he expects me to give them up. I smack my empty hand down on it, hard.
"Um, no, I haven't seen them yet; I need the third before I look at them." As I finish that sentence I look around the room, after searching in the closet and under the bed I find nothing.
As I wiggle out from under the bed, I spot a painting on the wall. It is of a table; Angel made it for Gazzy in their second grade art class. "Gazzy! Get that painting down!" I tell him, still trying to get out, my butt may nor may not be stuck right now.
He goes over, and gently takes it down, and flips it. "There's eight pieces of paper here," he says while taking them off carefully.
"Eight? There should only be three total, not ten." Finally I get unstuck, and walk over to him, he hands me the notes while he puts it back on the wall.
Pulling out the other two notes I lay them all on his bed. "Okay, we have, Fang, Gazzy, Fang, Nudge, Fang, Iggy , Fang, Mom, Fang, Dad." They all have names written on them, so I sort out mine from everyone elses, and hand Gazzy his, but he doesn't immediately open it like I expected.
"I don't want to open this anymore, what if she says something awful?" Again on the verge of tears, he sounds so broken.
"Open it." I say to him gently. He opens it slowly, and reads his note.
"She said that she loves me, and to ask you for help whenever I need it, then says that I'm gonna see her in 2018." Then goes and lays down, crying his eyes out. "Go give everyone their notes." He gasps out between sobs.
Walking slowly with pockets full of paper, I finally make it to her room. The cops are searching for something, but there is only one in her room. Dad is still sobbing but is standing, mom is holding both Nudge and Iggy.
"Mom, I have something Angel wanted me to give you." I say softly, but Iggy immediately shoots out of moms arms, while Nudge just looks confused. Handing mom her note, then Nudge hers, and Iggy his (she was thoughtful and made it so he can read it, braille, on his special paper, smart girl) and finally I walk over to dad.
"Hey, Angel wanted to give you this." Handing it over like it's poisonous, but because he may touch me.
"Fang, where did you get this?" Nudge asks, looking from me to her note, and back again.
"Um, I think that one was under your table, then Iggy's was under his, then the other eight were behind the picture in Gazzy's room."
"Eight?" Mom said loudly, "We don't have all of them then now do we?" Shoving out her hand, like Gazzy did earlier.
"Um no, you had one, as did everyone else, the rest said 'Fang,' so they are mine."
"She is my child, you are my child, therefore they are mine!" She shouts, in a very demanding way, which would've made any of the other kids do whatever she said, but it isn't working on me.
"No, they say 'Fang' not 'Mom.'" I claim stubbornly, I'm not giving anything to her. "And if you don't quit trying to act like it I will go too. I have a place to stay, friends to hang out with, money to live on. So do not tell me what to do, and treating me like a two year old."
"Nicolas Walker! Do not talk to your mother like that!" Wow, dad, grew some cojones while away didn't he.
"You know what? This is exactly why she left! Neither one of you paid attention to her! She tried asking for help, look at her stories, or poems, or anything she's written! I know she tried to show you them! I know for a fucking fact she did!" Everyone looks shocked, even the officer stopped and stared.
"Y'all treat Nudge and Gazzy a million times better because they are athletic! Iggy gets whatever he wants because he's blind! Angel and I get ignored, and y'all do nothing about it! When you video chat with us, unless we are around, we never get told to come! Neither one of you gives a shit about us!" Saying the most I've ever said at one time every before, I storm out.
I hear my mom saying "Nick, I'm sorry, we didn't kno-" but ignore it and I keep going to my room, then I slam and lock my door.
Laying face down on my pillows, I scream, "Ugh! Fuck all of y'all! I hate everything right now! It's a shit hole!"
It came out "Ugh! Flup blu uf ewl! By huf erbytyn inght ow! Bits uh mhits lole!"
Then I flip over and take the notes out of my pocket and lay them out.
'To,' 'See,' 'At Grad.,' 'You,' 'College,' 'Go.' What? I'm missing two! I reach back into my pockets, and dig around.
Still not finding them, I search the floor, then find them under the bed. Thank the Potato Gods!
Opening the other two, I find both are a map, and have a spot marked on each one.
The first is of the LU campus, the marked area is where they have graduation.
At the bottom is a phone number with 'I love you, be safe, be happy. Tell Gazzy I'm sorry, and show him your notes - Angel.'
The second map is of California, the complete other side of the country. (A/N: They live in VA Beach area.) Hollywood is circled and starred.
At the bottom is a note stating 'I may have taken some of your money in case I have an emergency. Will pay you back in full. Love you - Angel.'
I reach under my table and grab the envelope. I only count about three thousand dollars. She took six thousand dollars? Little brat, but I can't blame her, she isn't even old enough to work for money. So I'm not worried, it's gonna be okay.
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Love it? Hate it? Too cliche? Please tell me how it's going, I'd really appreciate it. I'm all for criticism, yet still only 5 reviews from 4 people, with about 1000 views, it's upsetting to spend a lot of time doing something, and getting no feedback.
Potatoes. Bye.