Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Secrets of Sunset Valley Episode 1

Secrets of Sunset Valley Episode 1- Exposed (Allison Samson)

Apparently all of the other families that were new to town had the same idea of going out to eat. I shrugged off my concern for the threatening note from El, and decided to focus on a fun evening with my family, even if I did have to clean out my purse to pay for it.

In a not so organized fashion, we all attempted to stampede through the door. Once everyone had pushed their way through, another man and I were left to go in. I looked at him, and noticed he was gorgeous. Tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention muscular. When I looked up at him, I noticed he was staring at me. He looked away shyly, when he realized I caught him looking at me.
"I'm Allison," I introduced, reaching for the door handle. He looked startled when he heard me talk, he eyed me suspiciously before he began to speak. Maybe he had gotten a not from El, too. Maybe I wasn't alone... completely.
"Jacob. Jacob Miller," he replied cautiously. My heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. He was perfect.

(Hanna Samson)

I walked into the restaurant next to a smoking hot guy, who looked about the same age as me. I kept glancing at him, wondering if he was interested in me. If he was he certainly didn't look it, he looked spaced out. I decided to break the silence.
"Hi, I'm Hanna," I implied quietly. But hopefully loud enough for him to acknowledge me.
"Kyle," he responded blankly, then quickened his pace to his table. Was it something I said? I quickly cupped my hands around my mouth, to see how my breath smelt. It was fine, to me. What was up with him?

(Jacob Miller)

Wow. Was she something. Allison, what a pretty name. I felt like I was floating on air. I was so deep in thought about what we could be, that I jumped when the waiter placed my meal in front of me. Practicing my manners for our date (trust me, we'd have a date... eventually) I took my napkin and placed it graciously on my lap. I studied the patterned fabric, only to find it was ruined my someone's writing in Sharpie.
Play nice
We don't need another killing spree 
          

             -El

My reaction: bolt. How was someone finding out about this? No one can know that I murdered her, after all, no one did find the body. Screw El. I can prove to her that I can be gentle! I hurried home, thoughts, ideas, and memories buzzing around in my head.

The pain in my head finally became too much. I ran into my bathroom closet, swallowed down four Advil without water and hurried to my living room. I turned on the television, and lied down on the couch, hoping sleep would take my thoughts away...

(Allison Samson)

It was nice to eat out for a change, but God, some of the prices are ridiculous! Seven simoleons for peanut butter and jelly?!?!? What's happening to the world?
"So, Al, do you have to work tonight?" my dad inquired. I hated this part, lying to my family about work. They thought I was a Realtor, but according to me the market was always bad, that's why I never got paid. When I was "working" I'd go around town and fool around with guys for fun. That should not be the definition of work.
"Um, actually Dad, I have a seven o' clock meeting at a buyers house. Maybe I'll actually sell something this time," I lied smoothly.

"Come on, Mom. You're never home anymore. I bet you don't even know who I have for a teacher," Tori challenged quizzically.
"Mrs. O'Conner?" I guessed helplessly. She just had to make me feel like the worst mother. I can see it now: 
"And the Worst Mom of The Year award goes to... Allison Samson."
"Boo!"
I sighed at the thought, waiting to hear her response.
"That was in kindergarten, Mom. I'm in 4th grade. And my teacher is a dude! Mr. Saint. Ring a bell?" she pleaded, irritation in her voice.
"Now that you mention it..." I was cut off.
"That's what I thought," she replied coldly.

I stared down at my soup, feeling my cheeks redden. Leave it to my own daughter to embarrass me. And in front of my own family! "Maybe I should just come clean," one half of me thought. "But you can't risk losing them. What if they don't understand?" the other half reasoned. I cleaned my bowl while listening to the family talk about their plans for tomorrow after school, while I was at "work".

"You going to be home tomorrow afternoon, Mom? Cause maybe you can join us at the park," Hanna asked hopefully. That was a first. My teenage daughter actually wanting to spend time with me.
"It all depends on how my meeting goes tonight. But I'm most likely going to be at the office tomorrow," I forced out unwillingly. I wanted to spend time with them. But I was addicted.
"Oh," she remarked, disappointment in her voice and eyes.

(Jon Greyton)

I looked at my "son's" face, questioning how I was going to tell him. Frickn' El, why did she make me have to do this? I raised him for 16 years, he was as close to a son as I was going to get. And I doubted he'd still loved me after I delivered the news. Here it goes...

"Kyle, I need to tell you something. It's important," I stated flatly.
"Fire away dad," he announced curiously.
"I'm... not your real father," I said bracing myself for his reaction.
"So, did my parents die when I was little? And are you really my uncle or something?" he asked.
"No, Kyle, I mean... I'm not your biological father," I corrected myself.
"So, I'm adopted?" he guessed.
"Well, not exactly," I began, "You see, a long time ago I had this girlfriend and I got her pregnant. We stayed together through the pregnancy though," I paused, waiting for a reaction. "But, the baby died during childbirth, but we were able to save my girlfriend."
"And what does-" I interrupted him.
"I heard that the lady a couple rooms down, delivered twins. A girl and a boy. So, I hurried to the next room took the baby boy unnoticeably and pretended he was my child. My girlfriend refused to tell, but was disgusted by my actions so she dumped me. And I haven't seen her since."

"So, you mean I could have a real family that I don't even know about?" Kyle screamed violently. "How could you?" He ran out of the restaurant, and my guess back home. How could I? was right. What kind of father am I? There, I hope you're happy, El. You dirty little-

(Jacob Miller)

My nap was shortened, when the annoying chime of the doorbell sounded throughout my house. Who could it be? I wasn't expecting anyone. Oh, God, don't let it be another not from that stupid El. She's caused enough drama already. I sighed and headed for the door.

Were my eyes betraying me? Was it really her? Allison Samson at my house, could it be? I was shocked, I slowly found myself reaching to open the door.
"Hi, I hope you don't mind me stopping by. I looked up your address in the phonebook and..." she was at loss for words. How cute.
"No, not at all. Please, come in," I beckoned all too willingly. Maybe she could take my mind off of things.

(Kyle Greyton)

I couldn't believe the horrid news. The man who I lived with for 16 years was not my father. Wow. I went on the internet and goggled "Missing Babies from Sacred Spleen Hospital". There were several results. Just as I was about to hit the first one, a box popped up on my screen that read, "1 New E-Mail. From Unknown. Read Now?"  I hastily clicked yes, so I could read it then get on with my search for my real family.

Who's your mommy?
            -El

El? I didn't know any El? And who else new I was looking for my real parents? My "dad" had just told me, word doesn't travel that fast. Great, I sighed deeply sitting back in my chair. Who else could know my secret?

14 comments:

  1. It just seems kinda wrong..."I looked at him, and noticed he was gorgeous. Tall, dark, and handsome. Not to mention muscular. "

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  2. I kinda copied the line from a show I was watching. Ahem.

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  3. Errrr uhhh.........well that's a little better.
    If it was from your own mind I would be kinda scared

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  4. Atleast that didn't form in your mind O_o That I am VERY glad of

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  5. Oh, also, this is the bestest story EV-AH!!!!
    Can I do a collab with you sometime? Pwease? I'll give you cookies...;)

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  6. I have no idea what that is, but sure! Actually I do, kinda, sorta. :-/ But sure!

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  7. Yays!
    A collab is a story you write with two or more authors. For instance, say you, me, and Fedora14 write a collab. There are two styles:
    1.) You write Chapter 1, I write Chapter 2, Fedora writes Chapter 3, and so on.
    2.) We hold meetings, email, or some form of communication to write chapters with all of our ideas in it.
    So, yeah. Your choice.

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  8. If we did that mine would suuuuuuckkkkkk, I have really no style of writing at all.

    For Legacy Collabs they take turns on gens :)

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  9. Sounds fun! Definitely should do one! :)

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  10. Collab
    It's fun to see all the different writing styles

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