I missed my old bedroom, even though it was unbelievable cramped. Sure, this house was larger, more spacious than our old house in Toronto, but it wasn't the same. I didn't even know if I'd be able to sleep in this house, with all of the creaking that was so unfamiliar to me. And so I sat, head in my hands, just wishing I would wake up in my old room, in my old house, in my old life. How could my dad do this to me? Less than halfway through my last year of high school, and he decides to pick up and move. Not just across town, oh no, but across the border into another country! Did he even consider what this would do to me? Did he even ask me if I wanted to leave my life behind? No no. He did what was best for HIM. God, I hated him for it.
It was always about Dad. Mom just happily did everything he wanted, much to my dismay. I would not be surprised if one day I would come home from the place where I was to learn about American History to see her in pearls, high heels and an apron. I really felt like I was back in the fifties! As Dad left for his first day in his new office, I couldn't help but whince. I knew that after a breakfast of cold cereal, I too, would be leaving to enter my first day of high school that I knew would just hate.
As I trodded my way back up to my room to get dressed for school, an idea struck. I realized that I had to make the best of this situation, and that was exactly what I was going to do. I wasn't quite sure exactly what I was going to do yet, but I knew that this was definately the right opportunity. I figured since I would be starting at a new school, I should use that to my advantage...but how? I quickly scanned my room. Everything was still packed. Then it hit me! It was perfect, it was more then perfect, all I needed to do was find it before I had to leave in 10 minutes for school. I began to look through my boxes. After tearing open nearly all of them, I finally found what I was looking for. I carefully put my hands in the box and pulled out...
a gun and then he died
I thought I was scotch free! After the funeral we went back to the house.
"We may as well go back to Toronto now" said my Mom.
We made plans to leave the next day.
As I was laying in bed thinking about everything I had done, I felt a twinge of guilt. I eventually fell asleep and had a strange dream about dancing toothbrushes and robotic dogs. I woke up with a start as I heard a scratching nose. It was coming from my door. I crept out of bed and towards the door. I could make out a shadow behind the door. I hesitated but reached out anyways and opened the door to find...
the ghost of elvis...he gave me some advice....it was ...be who you wanna be and
"don't forget to watch your diet cause you don't want to get fat and die like me." Then he sort of chuckled as he shook his head. Pulling out a record from thin air he begin to spin it on his fingers like a basket ball, producing the sound from it as if he himself was a record player. " You like this music kid?" He asked, "This is my 1961 hit Blue Hawaii, music from the movie...maybe you've seen it? Well all this is just to remind you that just as this record spins, going around and around so you should never forget that what goes around, comes around. Do you get my drift?"
Hey hold on a minute I am actually considering the words this aahhheemmm person is saying, how I can I respect any druggy..be gone old Elvis! Surely there is someone of intellect behind that closet door. Just as I spoke those words the door swung revealling......
joan of arc.....
she looked at me with sad eyes. "Elvis is right" she said. "Whatever you send out, you get back times three. WATCH YOUR BACK" then she slammed the closet door, MY closet door, in MY face. I was shocked. Did Joan of Arc, Saint Joan of Arc just threaten me???
I stepped back from the closet in disbelief. Two dead people in a matter of five minutes with the same advice. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had a sudden revelation as my long blonde hair whipped around my head. I didn't want to leave Chicago. This would be a place that I could change, adapt, become who I really wanted to be. Plus there was a cute boy just across the street that I had just seen after turning around. I glanced back out the window. He had shaggy black hair and the brightest blue eyes. I rubbed my eyes to make sure he wasn't a hallucination as well. I decided then and there what I had to do. I ran down the stairs and out the front door.
"Hey You", I shouted at him.
He turned and looked at me, eyeballing me from head to toe, smiling a sheepish grin. He was sculpted, gorgeous, rugged. Just the type who would not give me the time of day in Toronto. He waited for me to catch up, and introduced himself as Dave Green. I told him I was Emily Toosh, just moved here from CAnada. He was impressed. He asked if I would be interested in going for a real authentic Chicago style pizza then sit in on an Oprah taping. I can't stand Oprah, but somethimes she had some good guests on, and I was dying to try some of this famous pizza that I had heard so much about, so I accepted his invitation. I reached for my cell phone in my purse that resembled more of a suitcase, and called Mom and told her what I was doing.
Mom, in her usual robotic way, said.....
"Are you sure he isn't gay?"
UUUgghhh Mother's.. Even if he were gay I want to hang around to find out!!Besides gay guys can make the best BFF's. Dave and I walked slowly to a little hole in the wall place called Mama Peitro"s Pizza. I was amazed at the art work (though some might call it grafitti) that adorned the building. Suddenly I was struck by a vividly painted S resembling a python. I was too stunned to move, "what's up " said Dave "It looks like you seen a ghost". Little did he know..that S was my deceased boyfriend Sebation's tag...right down to the colours. Looking through the window of Mama Peitro's I saw him......
But how could it be? Sebastion had died three months before I moved here. I felt responsible for his death, for it was two days earlier that I had told him about he move my family was about to make. I asked Dave to excuse me, and I went outside. Sure enough, it was Sebastion, and he was happy to see me. I slapped him across the face for having done this to me, and he asked me to go with him and he would explain everything. After a lengthy conversation I went back into the restaurant and sat next to Dave. "What the hell is a Witness Protection Program?"
Jack Bauer came skulking up along side of me and said " The special ops team and I will get you out of this mess in less than 23 hours and 59 secs." We got your back just come to the heliopad and we will whisk you out of this mess. The President knows of your political leanings and wants this mess cleared up before Obama and Oprah take over Washington. Your new moniker from this day forward will be......
Jane Doe! You have been infiltrated by the Gambini family and your life is in severe danger. Once again we will have to take Sebastion and change his identity also. Your descision from here is do you want to be with him. It can be arranged we have the technology! You can be known as the Doe family and we will place you in Springfield right beside a nice family named the Simpson's.....
I could not believe this was happening to me. Dave just sat there in stunned silence, listening to this Jack Bauer fellow try to convince me to turn my back, yet again, on my old life. "Are you freaking nuts?!?!?!?!?!" I cried. "I've been in this town for less than a month and you're telling me I've been infiltrated??!!?? What the eff does that even mean, I've been infiltrated??!!?? You seriously need to get some help, mister, cause I think you're losing it...and for the record, 24 is a T.V. show, not real life you looney" I derisively turned my back on this weirdo and continued eating my pizza, which was just as good as the rumors said it would be. Dave, however, was still just staring at me, along with everyone else in the dining room.
"Is it?" Jack replied. "How do you know it is a tv show...just because it is on tv...actually, Ms Doe, it is reality, but nobody knows that. Now will you certainly have to come with me, this secret cannot escape. We will explain everything to you and Sebastion down at head quarters. If you decide to stay behind, you will not live to see your next morning..I am not threatening you, it is a fact. Sebastion just looked at me and said, we have to go, they will explain it all...
"Oh HELLLLLLLLLS NO" I replied. "I'm not going anywhere with my 'dead' boyfriend and some dude who thinks he's Jack Bauer. I'll take my chances here, since i don't know anything and I haven't seen anything." "The choice is yours" the crazy said, and then he and Sebastian crept to the door, looked out, and ran off into the night. "Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight" was all Dave could say. I could tell that this little date was over before it began. He walked me home and crossed the street to his own front door. I waved at him, and he hesitantly waved back. At least he didn't slam the door and lock it as quick as he could, I thought as I climbed the stairs to my room. But all thought of Dave left my head when I entered my room, and once again my closet door was open and...
...empty. All my clothes had disappeared. I ran around the house screaming for my mother but she was no where to be found. I ran outside and saw a bonfire with Sebastian.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I screamed at him.
he got angery and pulled a knife on me
"AHHHH" i said
then he thrusted his knife into the chest of mine and carved a w into my chest .
"WHAT THE HELL I WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!ARE YOU FREAKING NUTS??!!??" I screamed at him, as I tried to stop the flow of blood from my chest. Dave came running out of his house, upon hearing my screams. He tackled Sebastian and wrestled the knife away from him. I ran into the house and called 911. I told them to send an ambulance because my chest was bleeding, and a fire truck because my front lawn was on fire. By the time I went back oustide, Dave had found some rope and had hog-tied Sebastian to a stick. He was trying to hoist him over the fire. "Ummmmm Dave? What are you doing??" I asked. He replied...
"Didn't you know that we practice cannibalism in Chicago? Why do you think our pizzas are so good?"
"Hahahahaha...you're joking, right?". "No, I'm serious...where do you think you're parents went? Wasn't our pizza tasty??" I couldn't even breathe. Did I really eat my parents?
THE END
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