Author: esme ali cullen PM
When the daughter Amanda's kept secret comes to live with her thing get a little crazy. Especially with True around!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Drama - Amanda C. & True J. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,353 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-07-11 - Published: 09-04-11 - id: 7354177
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Disclaimer: So I'd like to dedicate this chapter to REDMW4now for giving me my first review! I hope I get lots others like it.
It was now Wednesday afternoon and I had a problem. Alana was supposed to come in tomorrow and I had no idea what to do. It will be the first time since she was a little girl that we'll see each other face to face and I had nothing planned. I needed help and there was only one person capable of doing that. The one person I didn't want to talk to.
I decided to suck up my pride and ask. I walked over to her office slowly as if something would come to me on the way there. Nothing came to me of course. It was a very short walk. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
"Muppet," I started. "I…. I…. I need your…. he…. he…. Oh I don't know how you did this!" She laughed and looked up.
"You need my help?" she asked. I cringed. "What can I do for you Amanda?" I sat on the couch she had.
"Remember that conversation we had the other day?" She nodded. "Well I need your help. I have no idea what to do and I figure you might know better than I would because you're closer in age."
"How about you take her out to eat or something?" True suggested. "That's a good way to catch up."
"But I haven't seen her in person in years!" I exclaimed. "What would I even say to her? Maybe you should come with me." True raised an eyebrow at me.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "I know I'll need your…. assistance."
"Okay then," she said. "I'll come with you."
That's how I ended up standing in an airport with True the next day. Airports are not my favorite place because of all the pushy people and the hassle of finding your bags and things like that. I was actually a little glad to have True there. It took a while but I finally saw her.
I had an interesting time in the airport in New York. Some little girl who lost her mom decided I was a jungle gym and started pulling my arm. After I got rid of her I had to fight with some idiot who couldn't read a label correctly to get my luggage. There was also the issue of the hundreds of people who decided my feet just weren't there and ran over them with their bags. I hate airports.
When I finished dealing with all of that I squeezed through a crowd and finally saw my mother. She was standing in the pick-up area with a girl who looked to only be a few years older than me. Her face lit up when she saw me as did the face of her companion. I ran over to her.
"I am so happy to see you!" she said. I gave her a hug.
"Not nearly as happy as I am!" I exclaimed. "I hate airports! Can we please get out of here?" She smiled and nodded. We headed to the car. As we finished putting my stuff in the trunk her friend turned to me.
"Hi," she said. "My name is True. I'm one of your mom's colleges." I looked at her kind of strangely.
"You work for Mad Style?" I asked she nodded. "How old are you?"
"I'm 15," she answered. "How old are you?"
"Twelve," I told her. She smiled at me. "You know Mom, I do remember you telling me that the vice president of youth apparel was young but I didn't think you meant this young."
"Well we can talk about this more over lunch," My mom said. "Come on, we're going out." I smiled. This was much better than the airport.