Okay, where did this chapter come form? Cuz one minute I am typing up chapter 3 the next Bam! Here is chapter seven! Now many votes came in and only one was chosen but I did quirk it up because I did not want anybody mad or sad at this. In addition, I did my best with the newspaper article.
xXWaterGirlXx- Oh! I did not know that! That is so cool that someone a hop skip and a boat ride away is reading this! I am worldly known! Jk!
CandySlice- That would be mean… to the shoes! Well not if there heels. Heels can die but cowboy boots nu huh I would rather use a ten-foot pole to slap that perv. ;)
Chapter 7?Yeah! Chapter 7!
Rapunzel
I woke up with a jolt, not knowing where I was. Where is my bed? Why am I on the couch? Then I remembered the researching last night and everything made sense. All the websites and the frustration, then finally, the disappointment. I sigh and rake my hand across my brow. I'd checked , , and even , all of it had been a flub. Not one held my answers.
I looked at the computer, still stuck in the sleep mode. Time to assume the worst. I flip off the couch and jiggle the mouse to wake it up. With fluid motions, I type in the words, Stolen Newborns from Hospitals. The webpage loads and I find thousands of pages.
Since I do not have time to read all of these suggestions, I scroll down the page. One catches my eye from the Corona Pages.
Parents Mourn the Loss of Newborn Child
Stolen from the Corona ER
Angela Lee, May 07, 1996
Exactly one week ago, parents of a stolen child are mourning. When the new baby was born, the doctor let the mother see it before taking it away and placing it into the infantry care.
"I remember her beautiful face," says Caroline, mother of the child. "She just had such beautiful, long, golden hair. Her eyes were deep green."
Gavin, father, had taken only one picture of the baby, the one to the right. Authorities say that the child was abducted around 1:06 am, the time when the officers in the building changed shifts. After the child was taken, the doctors came back to check on the infants and found the newborn missing.
No evidence was found but if you have any…
My eyes rake across the article, soaking up all the facts that link together. The date, the infant's hair, the infant's eyes. In the decisive moment, I know I have to look at the picture of Caroline and the infant. I take a deep breath and beg that this is me.
Slowly, I open my eyes and gasp. In the picture there is a brown-haired woman holding a green eyed, golden-haired baby in her arms. My eyes lock on the grinning infant's. My eyes arch up to a shelf, where all of the family pictures are and I find the photographed baby's twin.
These are my parents, my lost parents. I sit back in the seat in shock. Did Mother steal me from the hospital? I soak in the woman's face. Her eyes are like mine, as well as her nose, her mouth, and her smile. My mother…
The door opened and shut with a bang! Mother waltzed in, her face a hung-over mess and her hair a rat's nest. She leans on the counter and breathes.
"M-mother?" She looked up, her eyes bloodshot.
"Well! Rapunzel, just the girl I was looking for," Mother says. She staggers over to where I stand and I grab her arms and pull her to the master bedroom. We cut across the room and she flops into the bathroom, moaning as she drags herself to the toilet.
I clasp my hands, "Do you need anything, Mother?" She moans and shakes her head. She tilts her head to the toilet bowl and I take off before I can hear her hurl.
My phone buzzes and the ID says Jack. I glance from the computer to the phone, guilt gnawing at me. I sigh and turn away from the phone. I can call him later.
Jack
As we walked out of Hiccup's room, I dropped my phone on the bed. Hiccup leads me out of the house to a small pen where a mad bout of barking filtered out. Hiccup opened the cage a crack.
"Hey Toothless," The barking stopped and Hiccup laughed. "Okay come on over Jack!" I make my way passed the rutty plants and stop by Hiccup. Inside the pen is a dog, not a cute, itty-bitty puppy, but a big ass, mother of pearl, Great Dane. He was pitch black with dark green eyes that stared intelligently at me. He flattened his ears, growling, and moved past my friend and took a defensive position.
Hiccup pulls at the leather collar, "Toothless, stop." To my amazement, that waist height Great Dane stops growling and sits. He turns his head with pricked ears at his master.
Toothless turns his head, barks at me, and holds up his paw, signifying for me to shake his paw. Tentatively, I shook it, and Toothless trots off to the door where he waits for Hiccup and I to come forward.
"So," I say quirking a brow. "When'd he come into the equation?" Hiccup shrugs off a bug on his shoulder.
"I got him at a shelter, you know down near that big hotel?" I nod and Hiccup continues. "Well I saw all these puppies, as I was driving by, and one stood out. He was all ready a year old and half-husky, half Great Dane. I took him home and he was a little bit gimpy because of an irritation in the paw. He was also born without baby teeth. He was born with adult teeth, thankfully."
"Thankfully?" I question.
Hiccup rolls his eyes at his quivering dog, "He wouldn't have been able to eat without adult teeth." As Hiccup opens the door, Toothless shoots in and jumps on the couch. He circles the cushions before he lies down.
Hiccup heads to the kitchen to start on a late dinner and I race upstairs to get my phone. I want to see if Rapunzel is okay after driving Snotlout home.
I dial her number and the waiting song plays…, plays…, and plays. Finally, the inbox voice pops up and I hit the end button.
I type out the words, Are you home? If you are not I still have the car keys. I get no answer after a while.
After Hiccup and I have dinner, (And Toothless eats table scraps), I get into my car just to see if Manny's home yet. Surprise, he is not home. So I'll have to spend the night with Hiccup. Great.
When I wake in the morning, there is a huge black muzzle in my face.
"Aah!" I scream, Toothless jumps off and bounds away. I immediately look to my phone and see a message from Manny.
Sorry I wasn't there, there was a call from work, He texts.
It's fine. I spent the night Hic's, I type.
I look at my messages box. None from Rapunzel. I type in her number and hit the 'call' button. Once again, I hear the music play but no voice piping, "Hello!" I drop the phone on the messy sheets and bound after Toothless to the smell of cooking food.
Rapunzel
I search up Michael Solar to see what he looks like and finally I find his name. His portfolio I sin his business company's paper.
I murmur to myself as I read, "Michael Solar is a…. lives with his wife Caroline Solar who lost their child by abduction. Frequently heard of man in the Corona area." His picture is of a fortyish year old man with dark hair and beard. His eyes twinkle in the smile while he is gathered around fellow employees. My heart aches to know them.
It is not long until I hear mother drag herself out of the bathroom and into the bed, moaning the whole way. I look at my phone to see two missed calls. One from Toothiana and one from Jack. I feel bad but I call Toothiana first.
"Hello?" A voice answers.
"Thia!" I say happily.
"Punzie! How are you?" Her voice is bright, fluttery, and rising to a forte.
"I'm fine." I say bluntly. "Scratch that, I'm better than fine. I'm fantastic!"
"Oh?" Toothiana's voice gets suspicious. "Is it because of a certain hot teen that you danced with at the dance?"
I gasp, "How do you know that?"
"I was there dumb-dumb," She laughs.
I tap my feet nervously, "Did it look bad?"
"Bad?" Toothiana laughs again. "You two looked so head over heels for each other." I can feel a blush creeping in. "Ooh!" She turns suspicious again. "Do you want his flower?"
"Tooth!" I exclaim. Too odd to even count. "Of course not! I'm not like that."
"Sure," Toothiana draws out. "Sure you are."
I rub my head, "Why did you call me?"
"Oh! Right," I can hear the little harebrain scurrying around her room. "I want you to help with a mural outside of the commons and the south hall."
I perk up, "What's the theme?"
"Performing arts, sports, academics. Really, anything school related will be sketched out and painted on that wall. The idea is that a tornado is going to be sucking it up along with the words Burgess Cougars Are Great or something like that." She stumbles over something with a squeal.
I roll my eyes, "We have to change those words." She lets out a breathless "Uh huh".
"So I'll meet you at Art Room 2 to get the supplies and start sketching," Toothiana says rushed. "Also Sandy Manner is going to help."
"Who?"
Toothiana sighs, "The mute kid that all the teachers tip toe around except for the art teacher because he's bad ass." I giggle at her seriousness in 'Bad ass'. "Mavis is helping with the background and Fishlegs for the design of the tornado and the angles on the words."
We agree on Monday at the art room 2 and I hang up. Then Jack's missed call is staring me down. I click the call and the phone rings, rings, and rings.
"Hello," Jacks voice comes on.
"Hey Jack-"
"Sorry that I can't be at the phone right now, I'll call you back as soon as possible." The beep ring out but I keep the phone to my ear. Slowly, ever so slowly, I lift the phone from my ear and hit the off button.
What if he is mad at me because I did not pick up? I panic. What if he hates me? I check my phone again and notice a call from late last night at 11:43. Crap. Now he really is mad at me. I sigh and close my eyes. The tears tug to escape but I hold them back. I'm done with crying for a while.
Hey guys! Now listen Great Dane won but I didn't want to disappoint! Now I shall see you by Tuesday or Wednesday! Love ya'll!