Blue Future [Completed]

Chapter 12: The News

Chapter 12

Fate frowned at my suggestion.  Lisa didn’t really seem to know what to do, but she asked why I thought that.

"Remember the jewelry box?  There’s a secret compartment where Mom kept these notes from him.”  I started getting it out of my suitcase when realization dawned on Lisa’s face.

I finally got out the note and handed it to Lisa.  “I knew I recognized that writing.  Your father was always so… neat and organized.  Hard to mistake.”

“Okay, so what are we gonna do,” Fate asked.  I could tell she would prefer being up against the MRP than the SDTHE (Sperm donor to her existence).

“Um, I think we’re fine.  Your dad won’t do much.  He might try to contact you though, but listen to me, avoid any communication with him.  Got it?”

Fate laughed coldly.  “Ha!  Yeah right, like I would want to see him.”

“Fate, look, your dad isn’t a bad person.  In fact, when I knew him, he was a great guy.”

“Then why’d he leave, Lisa?  Tell me why.”

“Fate, Mom didn’t even know.  Okay, so just calm down.  You know what?  The dance is on Saturday!  On Friday, why don’t I take you to get our nails done, my treat.”  I knew the dance would calm her down.  She liked people spending money on her.

“And try not to think about this.  It’s not a big deal,” Lisa said, probably thinking, “It’s just your father,” but she knew not to say that.  It would just upset her again.

“Yeah.  You’re right.  It’s not like he’ll try to talk to me, right.  I mean, he hasn’t put any effort in for fifteen years, so why now?”

To tell you the truth, I wonder if he even knew about Fate.  He left months before she was born.  It would make sense if he didn’t.  I doubt he would have left if he knew.

Of course, what do I know?

“Okay, you girls go do your homework.  And, Destiny, unpack, will you.”  And then there were two.

“Fate, are you okay?”

“Yeah.  But I’m gonna go.”  And then there was one.

I decided to leave my bags packed, just in case, but I got out my laptop and got on itunes, listening to music while I change some more settings to my liking.  The cursor became a green dinosaur, and the blue screen became Lisa and Fate.

I opened the internet and googled nail salons in Maine and clicked on the first search option.  It wasn’t like I was looking forward to getting my nails done, but Fate and I did this sort of thing a lot.  We used to get our nails done when we were little with Mom, and then when I was old enough to babysit and make money, I started taking Fate out for things like this again.

I found a nail salon/beauty school place a few miles away, who did nails for about five dollars a person, because the employees are beauty students.  It’s a win win situation.  We get cheap service, and they get experience.

I checked times, and saw they close late on Fridays, but decided to make four thirty appointments, knowing that they would be crowded the night before the homecoming dance.

I knew I would want black French tips.  French for the theme, and black for the dress.  Fate would probably want a solid color, probably yellow for her dress, or maybe red for her hair.  That’s her signature thing.  Maybe a flower in red on yellow.

I don’t know, but I don’t have to.

I wanted to go make a microwave quesadilla and go to bed, and get an extension on my homework, saying there was a family emergency, but it was only five o’clock.  If I go to bed now, I’d wake up by midnight.