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The Truth Is A Terrible Thing

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The sound of the dismissal bell snapped me back to my senses. Friday afternoons always seem to drag. It's as if the day knows that I always have plans and obligations for the evening. After shoving all my belongings into my bag, I exit the classroom and head towards the entrance to freedom.

"Ren!" called my favourite voice on planet Earth. Everyone who has ever seen us two together automatically conclude that we are lovers. Well, they are correct in a way; we do love each other, but it is more of a sibling love. Yes, my lover goes by the name of Daniel Montagne (pronounced mon-tan-yay), and he withholds the position of being my best friend since birth. The connection we share is undeniable to anyone; they believe its fate since we were born at the same time, on the same day, of the same year, in the same hospital. However, we just acknowledge the facts and see it as a coincidence, whenever or wherever we were born wouldn't have mattered to us. We are like soul mates, but for friendship. There is absolutely nothing that can keep us apart.

"Tag!" I replied in a cheerful voice.

I bet your wondering who I'm talking to since I just said my best friend, Daniel, called me. Well, 'Tag' comes from his surname and when we were younger and didn't know what to do, he would just come up to me and say 'Tag' and run away. Ah, memories. As for my name 'Ren' it comes from my middle name Serenity. Also, I am quite petite, so I have that in common with a Ren. Understand? Good.

Once we went through the school gates, I automatically became alert. My eyes zoned across the area for any potential threats. Daniel noticed my actions and moved closer, almost subconsciously appearing as my protector.

"Still having that feeling?" Daniel inquired. I nodded.

For the past few weeks I have been sensing that someone has been watching me. It's not the type of feeling you get when someone is merely gazing at you and watches you out of pure curiosity. No, it's more like an unanswered question. Every time the feeling arrives I feel like I'm in a laboratory under strict observations. It is highly unnerving experiencing the feeling of being analysed.

"I'm probably just being paranoid. Paranoia was bound to catch up with me after all the secrets I've been holding."

"Abigail, if you feel unnerved it is not because of paranoia. It is much better to obey your senses than abandon them and be caught off guard. Anyway, you have no reason to feel unnerved; you know I would never let anything happen to you." He reassured me with a boyish grin that he knows always wins me over. Smiling back at him we began our short walk home, its convenient that we live 5 houses apart.

After saying goodbye to Danny, I continued past the five houses until I came to mine. At the sight of the familiar black vanquish on my drive way I was momentarily shocked. It had been a while since I had visualised this car. 2 months? 3months? I lost count. I was actually beginning to draw the conclusion that I would never see it or its owner again. I guess I shouldn't get my hopes up.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Whenever the owner is here, it is always to share news. Good or bad, mainly bad.

Cautiously I headed down the driveway and towards my front door. Hesitantly, I inserted the key and opened the door. I even took the time to admire the freshly bloomed hanging basket to my left, anything to prolong the inevitable.

"Dad?" I asked when I entered the house.

"In here Princess," he called out from the living room.

Why is it you know something is going to happen before it does just by the look upon someone's face? At this my heart sank. Yet again my dad wasn't here to see me, he was here to tell me something. Why can't I have a normal dad? A dad that thinks of his daughter as his little angel; not someone that he can leave to fend for herself from the age of 12. Might as well get this over with. Don't want to make him be here any longer than he needs to be.

I sat on the edge of the chair closest to the window yet furthest from my dad.

"How long are you home for?" I asked, hiding all emotions. He may be my dad, but he still isn't going to see my weakness. Taking a deep breath I prepare myself for the information my dad will inform me on. I don't understand why he doesn't just call me; it would take less of an effort to seem like a father.

"Well, I'm just here for a flying visit..." what a surprise "actually I have something to tell you," but there was something different about him. He actually seemed unsure of himself, concerned for what he was going to tell me. Oh great, I can see this is going to be wonderful.

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