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when she’s with a man with a huge sum of money In his bank account, she loses every memory of any reasonable thinking or suggestive thought of anyone. So now I’m stuck in school I mean why couldn’t I be born of two loving parents that never cheat on the other , I mean I don’t really hate my and when I was younger she used to read stories , take me to the park, movies, shows , and even play dolly with me , then she had all the time in the world and just for me, but all that changed or maybe I just never noticed the countless amount of men that came into the house in a million times , and who blames when you live in house with the rule that says “no sounds above whispers permitted”, you assume everybody is happy and never hear the arguments , but I guess as one gets older the better you get at  knowing and understanding things around you the more you know.

It was already 8:00pm in the evening only the punk kid whose parents were trying to punish by not showing up were left playing and eventually one of the teachers came in and told me that my dad was here to pick me , if it my mom I’d probably run out of here hug and asked her were she’d been but apparently that was not the case , so I sluggishly picked up my bag and went to the car without a word to him sat down at the back to avoid talking behind him , leaned back and texted Linda that I was going home and I’ll tell her when I get there , her response was thank goodness , so I plugged my ears with music and shut my eyes with no intention of making or responding to any conversation , I mean I don’t hate him just wish he’d married someone who cared about him more than his money.

      

 

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The sheriff sat at his desk a cloudy look on his face , the horror and fear in his eyes could not have been less obvious , standing before was the very man who was said to be dead  the very man whose body he had seen himself,

“So you’ve asked the principal to send the students on a sudden holiday,” Mr Gramsford was leaning on the wall with a whisky bottle he had brought with him standing opposite the sheriff with a look of a man from a horror movie, perhaps the horror in the movie itself.

 “Mr Gramsford how is it that you alive your body I saw it earlier myself it was dead,”the sheriff inquired in a calm voice but the fear was not lost in his eyes.

“ha ha ha ha, perhaps I am a ghost hunting you Mr Fresno, nooooo I think I am very much alive with both body and soul, so here’s why I’ve come I need you to drop the case of my death, and Mr Milesconrey I don’t want any damn detective following my track no that’s the last thing I need, do you understand?”He said putting the bottle down with  a thud.

“Err yes-yes, I promise no one would come looking for you,” the sheriff stuttered as Gramsford brought out a knife from his back pocket , “and before I forget I need every single damn information on a student in that school her name is Jane Cartier , so could you get  them for me from her parents or better still right now and ask her to drop it at the front porch of her house,"he said moving to stand behind the sheriff , "now Mr Fresno,"he mouted in a whisper . the sheriff reached for his office phone book and searched for the cartiers residential number , after searching for a rather long time he eventually managed to find the number and dialled it , a man picked the phone ,"hello, is this the , cartiers residence?"he asked his breathing becoming unsteady due to the fact that the man behind had now placed the knife on his throat ,"yes thid is the cartiers residence how may i help you,"answered the butler on the phone ,"please may i speak with the madamme,"he asked the knife scraped at his neck ,"i'm afraid she's not home would you like to leave a message", the butler replied on the other end of the phone, " well then , do me a favour and tell her that the sheriff would like to have informations on her daughter , er , the mistress , and make sure to relay the message to the madamme herself, goodbye", he said as he dropped the reciever. "i suppose she isn't home what a shame", and with that he slid the throat that his hand held and walked out of the office and out unto the road leaving the dead people behind him as he looked up to the sky he said , "i will find her i promise,"and he walked silently into the night.

  

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Eventually, Tim drives into the drive way of his elegant mansion, although he knew Jane mostly stayed at her mums house and would never have agreed to come here, Although he could help his attraction to her ; her stubbornness, her quick temper and most of all her independent personality attracted him , amazed him , so much as to make him wish she was his own child but the three traits weren’t the only things he admired in Jane , she had good traits as well , she had a determined attitude, a loving and kind spirit , and when  she smiled or her eyes sparkle with joy , the sight of her sheer happiness could save a heart of stone , it was  because of Jane that he remained in this marriage with Pam. When he first met Pam he had been long aware of her slutty attitude and somehow a friend of his had met one of her many ex.‘s  who warned about getting married  to  her a woman with no affection , but by then he had already grown an interest in her daughter , he had found himself wishing and wanting her to call him dad , he had wanted to be the father she had never had and even though he knew it would not be an easy task , but he was a determined fellow . He turned off the car, and got out; he opened the back door on his side of the car. She was fast asleep and looked like a beautiful angel that had fallen from the sky as a comet; she was even more beautiful than her mother, her outstanding looks attracted him so much, he had always wondered why her features were so different from her mother, and had presumed she had gotten it from her birth father. He carried her in his arms and took her to beautiful bedroom he had gotten a home designer from Paris to design when he had gotten married her mother, but apparently she had never been his house, because every time he suggests it to her or her mother she always has an excuse not to be there and her bitch of a mother does nothing to persuade her. He placed her on the grand queen sized bed in the centre of the room she laid there her beautiful brunette hair made her face even prettier he leaned and kissed her forehead.

          The following morning smelt so good, she hugged her pillow, the bed felt so unfamiliar but she didn’t  want to leave it, The sunlight shown through the windows and hit her face, The smell of roses, turnips and a mix of honey a scent she had never smelt before. It was a nice smell, a unique one ,The sound  of birds singing sounded so near to her, This was surely not her bed room  she forced her eyes open and got up in the humongous  bed she lay on , She looked around, There were roses everywhere and beautiful paintings of nature.  She got up from bed and tried a door, It led down a beautiful hallway, It was different from mums place it was beautiful it felt like the people who lived here were actually alive , But why the place felt so familiar even though she was sure she had never been there before, She got scared as she realized she was not with the backpack she had carried with her, She found her way back to the room she found herself in , she searched for her bag , and as she advanced into she realized that there was a sitting room In the room her bag was on the floor, her phone was plugged to a  cable charger  , “someone had plugged her phone,” she thought as she unplugged the phone she put in her bag , how she got there was the only question in her head as she ran , after a long of seeming to have been running in circles , she found a stairs and slid down to the bottom , she found herself in a grand  ballroom , “wow!”She mouthed in a whisper, a silent deep voice spoke behind her, “the whole is beautiful isn’t it?” she turned a tanned tall guy of about  7inches tall stood in front of her with a huge smile on his face ,

“Yeah, it’s really beautiful, do you live here,” she said still staring around her,

“Since I was born, you new?” he replied looking at her the with an inquisitive look on his face. Just then an old lady that looked like she was in her mid-50s came up to us,

“Are you Jane Cartier?”

“Ya,” I answered, feeling hot eyes on me as I looked directly at the lady,

“Well then, jerry why don’t you take her to see your uncle, his been waiting”

“Where is he, I was looking for him”

“He’s in the left wing, breakfast was served there at the convenience of the miss,” she said and smiled directly at me, took a bow and left.

“Ok, let’s go, miss special,” he said to me drawing my attention.

We walked silently for while passing through beautiful hallways, aquarium rooms , and rooms that seem like they were made of gold, I mean who the heck are these guys ,we went into an elevator with a exquisite sofas , in it , it got kind of weird ;

“So, who’s your uncle anyways?”

“Oh, he’s your dad, he married your mum right”. I must have looked like I had no Idea what he was saying, but actually I was in shock,

“Erm, the lady with thick brown hair, fancy dressing, flirty attitude …..”

“Oh it’s my mum “, I said in a whisper as he moved closer to me,

“You know, you don’t look anything like her, I think that should be a credit for you, did you get it from your birth-father”, I gasped he was really close his breath smelt of strong mint,

“I guess so,” was all I could say, finally the elevator came to a stop so I dashed from his closeness and out of the elevator, to the most beautiful garden I have ever seen, my lips gaped apart as I let out a gasp open unconsciously 

Suddenly a finger touched my lower lip, I shivered from his touch, and closed my lips, and he smirked. We passed a humungous swimming pool with a gorgeous fountain,

“if you looked closely into the pool you can see ,little gold fishes,” he said flipping my hair I couldn’t help smiling , his voice reminded me of my step-brother josh , who by the way died of cancer , and he was the best brother ever. We reached an outdoor setting of different fancy dishes,

“mmmmh, brunch my lady,” he said bowing gallantly , I laughed and advanced towards the table but then he rushed ahead

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