Hi. Thanks so much for reviewing, following, and favoring my fanfictions. My sister came into my room when I still in bed and asked if anyone reviewed. (She was with me when I wrote the last part of the previous chapter and came up with The Sinterview). I have a question for everyone who reads this fanfic: what do you think is the worst thing that could ever happen to Kairi? I'm not looking for something like…Ace betrays her…or something with Mirabelle. Something that has to do with George, I mean. Please review with an answer. I'd really appreciate it. It'll help so much. (I have the beginning of an idea for it, but since the prequel is going to end soon, I'd like to see what you guys think would be a shocking climax). Keep in mind, I may or may not use it. I'm going to fix up Anomaly soon, then I'll make more chapters.

I still hadn't gotten up, changed into pajamas, and went to sleep. I had listened carefully for Mirabelle's breathing to slow, and once it did, I carefully stood up, grabbed the crutches and a coat, and walked out the door, down the hallway, through the living room, and out the front door.

Carefully, I made my way down the steps. I stopped on the sidewalk to think. George hadn't come back yet, and I was curious to find out where he was. But, where would I go if I were him? I tried to see if there was any indicator of which direction he had went, but that was hard because it was night. I decided to go to the plaza. He would probably be at a diner or bar…are there diners around here?

I realized that my stomach was growling. I ignored it.

It took twenty five minutes to reach the plaza, and as I glanced through each store window, I got hungrier and soon became tired. Just as I looked through another window, contemplating returning home, I saw him.

What I saw made all the hunger and sleepiness and everything else I had to deal with worthwhile.

George was sitting in a bar, and across from him…was a woman.

I stared gaping, at them. I considered dancing, but I knew that would be inappropriate as well as painful. Damned cast.

Taking another look through the window, I saw that George's hair was slightly tousled. The woman had blonde hair, but I couldn't see her eyes. She was wearing a white tank top and since she was sitting, I couldn't see if she was wearing pants, shorts, or a skirt.

Smirking and cheering internally, I took out my phone and took three pictures of them. Before George could turn to look through the window, I left as fast as I could with crutches. Unfortunately, as I left, I saw George stand up, smile at the woman, and head towards the door.

Holy, holy, holy shit.

I had to make sure I got home first. I wasn't sure if he still went into my room to mess through my belongings, so I'd be screwed if he went in and I wasn't in bed. He probably didn't know, especially because his niece slept in my room. Wishing that I could flash step as fast as Yoruichi from Bleach, I kept on walking.

I stopped. Screw it. It's cold and I'm hungry and tired. Crutches are for suckers. I knew just how stupid my next plan was. Oh well.

I took a step forward on my injured foot.

I sucked in a breath and clutched my foot. Nodding in painful understanding, I continued to walk back home using the crutches.

Since I couldn't use the fire escape, and I wasn't sure if George was nearby, or had just come home, I waited a block away for George to appear. My leg was throbbing, and my bare toes were cold, but not enough to get frostbite.

I came to. My eyes were already open, and I leaning against the tree, but I could see a sliver of sunlight in the sky.

Had I fallen asleep standing up with my eyes open?

Nah, it's not possible. I'd read about it on the internet.

Wow…I'm actually capable of spacing out like that. Maybe I should do that the next time George starts a conversation-

Wait.

I look at the photos on my phone. George had been with another woman last night. Maybe that's what he and mom had been arguing about!

Grabbing my crutches, I made my way home. Once I was inside, I noticed that the house was quiet, and the light from the windows on the far side of the living room gave the house a tranquil air to it. Unfortunately, since it was already 3:30 A.M. and I left the house at 11:18 P.M., my eyelids were beginning to shut involuntarily, and I struggled to see.

I made it to my room, past Mirabelle, and collapsed onto my bed.

The next morning, I was woken up by a hand shaking me.

I opened my eyes sleepily and saw Mirabelle smirking.

"What?"

"When did you come back?"

Silence.

"Well?"

"3:30."

She smacked a hand on her face.

"What in hell took you so long? Don't say it was the crutches because we both know you would've gotten back hours before with or without them."

"I think I fell asleep standing up and with my eyes open."

She opened her mouth to say something, paused, and then shut it. Then opened it again.

"I don't think that's possible."

"It's what happened."

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up at 1:00."

I complied and closed my eyes, then said, "What time is it now?"

"11:00."

"Ugh, I know I should get up, but I don't want to."

"Then don't. It's normal to sleep late at your age."

"Our age."

"Uh huh."

I fell asleep again, only to be woken up an hour later. Mirabelle said, "Did you know you went to sleep in your clothes? And without proper cushioning for your foot? Do you even want that thing to heal?"

"Too tired…" I muttered. She waved her hand. "Yeah, yeah. I'll buy you a coffee."

"I'd have to pay you back, then."

"Nope. Not me. You can pay other people back, but I'm rich enough to own this apartment as well as the coffee shop."

"Wow."

"Don't act surprised; you already knew that."

I smirked. "Yeah."

And then I remembered. Sitting up, I grabbed my phone and showed her the pictures of George and blondie.

Her eyes widened. "You think…he's cheating on your mother?"

I nodded but said, "I need more evidence though."

"Has he ever left the house like that before?"

I thought back. "Maybe, though he came back earlier. He'd never stayed out so late before. And he was at a bar. I never knew he drank."

"He probably started once he met you."

"True."

After that, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. (The fiberglass part of the cast was waterproof but the inside wasn't so I had to cover my leg with plastic).

Mirabelle was eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen table and Kevin and Michael were conversing loudly. I ignored them and made myself toast.

Mirabelle said, "Can I see those pictures again?"

Setting my plate down beside her, I said, "Sure", and handed her my phone.

"What pictures?" Michael asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"Show me them," Michael demanded. Kevin nodded and stepped beside Michael.

I looked him in the eye and said, "No."

He said, "You can't hurt me because you're injured, but I can hurt you. So, give it."

I resisted the urge to smirk. I only needed an arm to hurt him.

Stepping forward, he repeated, "Give. It."

Looking up from my phone, Mirabelle said, "Go away, Michael."

But he only stepped forward. All of a sudden he fisted his hand and aimed a punch to my face. I took a step back and before I could stop myself, I dug a crutch into his solar plexus. He jerked forward and coughed.

You're crazy!" Kevin shouted then ran out the front door. Mirabelle stood up and I looked at her nervously.

"Eh, he deserved it. I'll go check on Kevin after we make sure Michael isn't dying…" Mirabelle said.

Michael ended up just fine, to my dismay.

Kevin had come back, ran past me, and into his room where Michael was resting. Mirabelle and I watched the news-there was going to another snow storm during the week and they predicted up to three feet of snow. Normally I'd be glad because I loved blizzards, but since I was injured, the snow would be a hassle.

"Hey, Mirabelle?"

"Yeah?"

"I have school next week. What're you guys going to do while I'm at school and George and mom are at work?"

"Stay here…shovel snow…"

"Lucky…"

A few minutes later, we turned off the TV and went to the park.

I couldn't see anyone I knew, so I decided to watch a man playing against a kid. Mirabelle stood by my side watching the game just as intently as I was until a man said.

"What have you done to your leg, Miss?"

I turned around to see Alexander Woodrow.

"Sir," I greeted him. "I kicked a door off its hinges barefoot because my step cousins decided to prank me and I thought they were in trouble. And then I ran on it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Smart and protective, are you?"

"They didn't deserve it. One of them tried to punch me today, but I hit him in the solar plexus with my crutch."

Both eyebrows shoot up. "Is he okay?"

I nodded. "In pain, but just fine."

"You know, punches to the solar plexus can be fatal. Try not to do that again."

"Yes sir."

"Anyway, do you care for a rematch?"

I thought about it. "If it's okay with you, my step cousin here has an interest in chess. She knows how to play, but she hasn't played before."

"It'll be my pleasure."

He smiled politely to Mirabelle and they sat down at an empty chess table.

After they had finished, Mirabelle and I went to a French macaron store. I found out that Mirabelle loved macarons, not only for the taste, but for the color. That was something we had in common, although I hadn't admitted that I loved the color too.

We stood over the fridge display. "So many…"

I nodded. "I know what I want."

"Me too," she said.

I bought lavender, rose, and vanilla, all with a buttercream filling. Mirabelle bought strawberry, vanilla, and Earl Grey.

We sat at one of the tables near the window. Mirabelle looked up. "It's snowing again," she said.

"If I knew this winter was going to be so good, I would've let Kevin and Michael die."

"They weren't in trouble to begin with."

"They were in trouble the second they decided to fuck with me."

It was sunset and we were on our way back home when she said, "You made breakfast this morning. Toast. You said you didn't eat breakfast."

"I don't, usually. But I love toast, and since its Saturday, I can make myself food."

"So you do know how to cook."

I nodded. "Yeah. But I try my best to avoid mom and George." I sighed. "I never asked her, and she never told me, but do you remember when I told you she came home with him one day? "

"Yeah."

"What…what was it like after…he died? I-I mean, you already told me some things like how you cooked and paid taxes-"

I interrupted her. "It's in my notebook. I'll show you when we get home."

I continued walking.

"Really? You don't have to if you don't want to…"

I shrugged. "You already read some of it."

When we got back, Kevin was making a sandwich and Michael…probably in his room.

Once we entered my room, and Mirabelle shut the door, I took out my notebook, a pocketknife, and a sewing kit.

Her eyebrows shot up. "If you're going to make me do some voodoo pact with you, I'm out."

I grinned, but didn't turn my head to look at her. Instead, I pushed the bedcover of the bed, took of the sheets, and held the pocket knife.

I cut open the mattress.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"New hiding spot for my notebook. You're now the only person aside from me who knows where my notebook is."

"Wow. What gave you that idea?"

"Prison documentary."

"Of course."

I stood up and sat on my bed. "I want to call Ace."

"Why?"

"It's only fair that if I tell you, I tell him too. He should be here too."

So I called him and he came through the fire escape.

"How's your leg?" He said.

"Fine for now," I responded. He nodded to Mirabelle and sat down next to me. "What's that?" He said, pointing to the notebook.

"A notebook."

"Did you call me here for story time?" He smirked.

I punched his arm. "No."

Lifting the notebook up, I said, "You both asked me how things were after my father died. This is your answer."

"Why're you showing us this now? And Mirabelle too? You met her two days ago, Kairi."

"No shit, Sherlock. That's why you're reading it first."

He began to say something, but I shoved the notebook into his hands and said, "Read."

So he did.

Tomorrow is both my father's and Kairi's birthday! January 6! I'm aware that I wrote in previous chapters that she was twelve when she met Mirabelle (is twelve right now in the fanfic) and that doesn't make sense because her birthday is in January and Thanksgiving is in November. I'll fix that soon, but keep in mind that she is still 11. Anyway, review, favorite and follow. Anyone have any tips or ideas? I'd love to read them. I might not use them, but it might give me an idea on how to better proceed even though I have a plan. If you're wondering why I didn't write much about the pictures that Kairi took of George and the woman, just wait. Hope you enjoyed!