"Your ateanager, she continued, your life must already be confusing right now without all this-".
What the hell, I thought, now im in shock.Of all the lectures she could have cooked up, the changes speach is hardly what I expected. I was about to object,but at the last second I changed my mind and and decided to go allong with it. What differance did it make? My Dad was dead and that was all that mattered.
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I listened to Mrs.Fields ramble on about teenagers all the way to the hospital. Quite frankly, I just kept nodding at random intervals which was, sadlly all the encouragment she needed to continue her blabbing. While all this was going on I was thinking about the most obvious thing possiple: My Dad. Really, who wouldn't be? I was nervous. Okay, that was a MAJOR understatment, it was like I was lining up to get hung, but this was worse because it was someone you love more than anything taking your place. To some people that might not make sense but to those who do understand, you know what I feel like. To those who don't bassicly: he didn't deserve this, I did. Some part of my mind was prosessing the fact that Mrs.Fields had stoped talking. The other part was absorbed with feeling guilty. So when she grabbed my shoulder to get my attention, I wasnt that suprised.
"We're here", she said quietly.
I took a deep breath and looked out the window.
I stepped out of the black SUV that Mrs. Fields owned and looked up in wonder. A large sterile white building towered over us. The building made me shudder, yet I didn't know why. I thought about it for a second,and put it down as nerves. Hell, I was going to see my dead Dad, I was entitled to overreacting. Wasn't I? I stood there, absorbed in thinking untill Mrs.Fields grabbed my shoulder and we started toward the intimidating looking building. On the outside, I was cool as ice, yet on the inside I was the most panicked I had ever been.
Mrs.Fields left me at the front of the building, due to myinsisting again and again for her to leave. I stepped over the threshold, gratefull that the wind that had been furioulsy ruffling my hair had ceezed.I stepped up to the administration desk where a strict looking woman, whose dark brown hair, flecked with gray was pulled severly back into a bun, was sitting. She reminded me of Professor Mc. Gonagal from Harry Potter . "Excuse me, I'm Kaitlyn Stone". She looked at me for a second and said tersly,
"Your father is on the third floor in room 306".
I nooded once and walked towards the elavator. I pressed the button and waited silently for the elevator to come, when it did I stepped in and rode up silently the butterflies in my stouch churning.
That was a very bad chap but I couldnt think properly. Comment plz.
By the time I reached the top, I felt like I was going to throw up. I took a deep breath and took a tentative step out of the elevator. When the step was successful (I didn't fall), I took more steps foreword until I reached a wall. I leaned against it, letting it support my weight and allowing me to think without the worry of holding up my own body. I asked myself if I was ready and decided no. But I was going to go anyway because really, I would never be ready to face my dead Dad. I was about to take another step foreword when a thought popped in my head: why was my Dad in a hospital getting examined instead of a SCIENCE lab and, why was I here if my Dad was already DEAD? It didn't make any sense and until now I hadn't thought twice about it nor had anyone else. "Because of me", said a voice. It was a man's and it was coming from somewhere. But where? I was about to look for the speaker but was spared the effort when he stepped out from behind a corner. He was tall and flawlessly perfect with perfectly straight white teeth and ocean deep blue eyes. He had a perfect tan, perfect nose, perfect body, and perfect well....everything! Excuse me; I said sharply? I said I'm the reason you're here. I wanted to meet you at this place because I was in town and I love pulling the wool over the human's eyes. Man, was this guy crazy? Well one things for sure, he is defiantly crazy hot. Just then he smiled a huge dazzling white-toothed smile and laughed, "Well I can see we are off to a good start seeing as you already think I'm cute". Sure, I was scared out of my wits but I couldn't resist saying "Cocky much"? He laughed and said "In my book sarcasm is the HIGHEST form of flattery". "What are you doing here; who are you-what are you"? Well as to whom I am, I'm Mark as to WHAT I am, I'd rather keep that to myself". "Oh and the reason I'm here? Because I can bring back your Dad"