A/N: Hello, everyone! Tomorrow is going to be the last day of school, and I will return there on Wednesday, because on Monday is the start of fasting month for the Muslims, here, in my country. Yay! Holiday! :D So, anywho...here it is chapter forty-two of "Dear Prudence"! Enjoy... ;)
A week had passed, and Prudence was still staying at London, because of John. She received so many phone calls from her mother back at Liverpool. Mrs. Lester told her to come back to Liverpool to finish her school, and take the final exam. Prudence wasn't sure if she should go back to Liverpool.
And so, one boring afternoon, she sat down in the living room with her friends, and she took a deep breath.
"I want to go back to Liverpool," she said to her friends.
Her friends looked at her with their eyebrows raised. They couldn't believe what she just told them. She could be very strange some times.
"And why is that?" asked Emma while lighting her cigarette.
"So I can take my final exam, finish high school, and go to my dream college," she said.
Pattie chuckled. "Prudence, you don't have to take the final exam or go back to school."
"Why?"
"Because you are a director's daughter, and in a Beatles first featuring movie!" said Emma.
"I have to agree with them, Prudence," said Beth. "You shouldn't be going back to school."
She looked at her three friends with an eyebrow raised. "But I really want to go back to school, take the test, and then go to Oxford! Just because I'm Richard Lester's daughter, that doesn't mean that I should drop out of school, and just stay at home while doing nothing. I want to go to college. I've been dreaming to go there since I was ten, like I said."
Pattie chuckled again. "If that's what you want, Prudence."
"I should tell my father first," said Prudence.
Prudence was having dinner with her father in a fancy restaurant that evening, and it was just the two of them. He organized it all. And it had been such a long time since they had dinner together just the two of them.
"I've to tell you something, dad," she said after drinking her water.
"What is it, dear?" he responded.
"I want to go back to Liverpool, take my final exam, and then go to Oxford University," she said after quite a short pause.
He looked at her with a relieved look on his face. "Oh, I thought you were going to tell me that you're pregnant," he joked.
She chuckled.
"Why, yes, you can go back to Liverpool to finish high school," he said. "When do you want to go back home, Prudence?"
"This Friday. So I can rest on Saturday and Sunday." She said.
He nodded his head. "Alright, dear." He said. "I should order your train tickets, then."
"Oh, you don't need to do that," she said. "I'll just buy my train ticket by myself. After all, I'm a young lady already." She grinned.
He smiled at his daughter kindly. "No, you're a woman already, dear," he said. "A fully-grown woman, who is ready to go out to the real world! I can't believe it! It was as if that you were born yesterday morning, and became a woman the other night."
She chuckled, and shrugged her shoulders. "I can't believe it, too, father," she said. "I can't believe that I'll be a teenager no more." She sighed.
"You're a very responsible and discipline teenager, Prudence," he said. "And that is why John fancies you very much."
Her cheeks turned pink. "How do you know that John fancies me, father?" she asked him while batting her eyelashes.
He chuckled. "John told me himself that he's in love with my daughter," he said. "I asked him why, and he told me that you're a very responsible woman."
She felt very embarrassed of talking about John with her father. She rarely talked about Christian with her father, because he's presence at home wasn't that often.
"Well, yes, John and I are now lovers, father," she admitted. "Christian and I broke up a few weeks ago." She covered her face with her palms.
"Don't be embarrassed about it, Prudence," he said. "I don't mind that you and John are dating. I don't mind at all."
And that was why she loved her father more than she loved her mother. Mr. Lester wouldn't mind if she was dating someone, unlike her mother. Mrs. Lester would ban her from dating, and would always exaggerate. Typical mothers.
Mr. Lester glanced at his wristwatch, and then looked at his daughter again.
"It's quite late already, Prudence," he said. "Would you like to go back to the hotel?"
"Sure, father," she said. "I'm feeling very sleepy, anyway."
He raised his hand when a waiter was walking by, and said, "The bill, please." he said.
A/N: Beloved readers, I've never been in this kind of misery before. But writing stories make me feel better after going through that misery. I've been crying over a boy often now. I'm so weak -_- So, please, beloved readers. Make me feel better by clicking that review button below, and I'll give you my RARE Beatles pictures, and Luke Skywalker action figure!
All my loving,
Fool on the Hill Far Far Away