I hate cliffhangers too! This chapter is really sad. It made me literally cry. Please Read Review when you are done reading this. And tell me how it was.
It's overdramatic, I know! But who cares! It's so sad. :
4.23.2006
-Stacy-
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Chapter 5: The Crash
Where in the world are you, DJ?
I hopped into Dad's car. Dad was driving faster than ever before. He would never drive over 55 miles per hour. We stopped by the police office. We walked up the stairs and opened the door.
"May I help you, sir?" One policeman was sitting by his desk. "Hey! Wait! Aren't you Danny Tanner? I absolutely love your show! My wife and I have breakfast with you every morning? Well, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I have a missing daughter. I called a few moments ago." Dad was in no time for thanking his compliments.
"Oh, yes, yes. Donna Joe Tanner, correct?" He looked onto his computer.
"Yes." Dad answered politely.
"If it's no problem. I would like you to give me more details about Donna Joe." The policeman replied.
"Certainly." Dad looked at me. "Um, she has short blonde hair with blue eyes. Kinda short for her age and uh..."
I interrupted, "She, I think, had a baby blue shirt on with a pair of jeans, too." I was glad I examined her outfit carefully before she went to school. "Oh yeah! She has a light baige jacket too."
"Why thanks, uh..." The policeman didn't know my name.
"It's Stephanie."
"Of course," The policeman said. "Thank you, Stephanie."
Dad was getting impatient, again. "Can we go look for her now?"
"Of course, of course. Who wouldn't want to look for their own daughter?" He stood up and called another policeman on the phone and described DJ to him. "Oh, and by the way by name is Officer Wilson. Luke Wilson."
"Thank you, Officer Wilson." Dad was so thankful. "Thank you so much."
"No problem."
Dad and I left the police station and went back into the car. He was driving a little bit faster than before.
"Steph,"
"Yeah Dad?" I was wonderin' what he would want.
"You know," Dad was still lookin' straight ahead. "When you read DJ's diary, did it say anything bad about me?
"Um, maybe." I spoke quietly.
Dad raised his voice. "What Steph? I can't hear you."
"YES SHE DID!" Now, who's the one getting impatient?
"Well, what did she say, honey?" Dad quieted down.
"Well one time. She said she..." Should I actually say that DJ wrote down she hated Dad? That would make him more unhappy, though. Oh great! Another problem I have to worry about. Why couldn't I just have kept my big mouth shut. Stupid, stupid Stephanie!
"What Steph, what did she say about me?
"She said she h-hat-hated you and hated you so much."
Dad's hands were shaking. She was swirving and curving. I could see a tear in his eye.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
Dad was still speechless. Dad was breathing weird.
"Dad, are you okay." He started to touch his heart. What's wrong with him? "Dad! The road!" He let go of the steering wheel. "DAD!"
I saw a truck ahead of me. Dad was on the wrong lane. Then, Dad dropped his head. "DAD! Wake up! Dad no! No! No!" I felt a tear drop down. The truck was coming closer and closer. We couldn't do anything. It was too late. Dad was just there. Not moving a bit. I started crying and crying. Why? Why me? I couldn't do anything. Nothing was possible. I tried turning the steering wheel and everything. It was no point. I saw the truck's headlights blinding my eyes.
HONK HONK!
I just sat there in the chair. Having no hope. I looked at my hands. They were starting to shake. We have to save DJ, Dad! I couldn't look at Dad. Bye, Dad.
CRASH!
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-Stacy-
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