<html> <head> <title>Chapter 3</title></head> <body bgcolor=white text=black> <center><img src=images/chapter3.jpg></center><br><br> <p>I stepped out of the little tunnel thing and into the airport. Apparently my dad lived in Oklahoma. For all I know my dad could be a damn farmer. If I ended up living on a farm as my getaway I wasn’t going to be pleased. Oklahoma, what the hell did they have here anyway? Oil, hmmm, oil……tumbleweeds….farms…I had entered the land of the oh so interesting. <p> I looked around. I had no idea what or who I was looking for. <p> “Alyssa?” I looked in the direction of the voice. Some guy was waving frantically at me. I chuckled slightly to myself. So this was my dad. Imagine if my dad was just guessing. What if like I wasn’t me and he’s just waving like an idiot to a complete stranger. Hmmm to give this guy a weird look and pretend I have no relation to him or go meet my dad….I chose choice 2. <p> I walked over. <p> “Hi.” I started “Dad?” <p> “You are Alyssa Chase right?” the man asked <p> “Yeah, You’re my father.. right?” He nodded. Well we were off to a good start. I went and grabbed my bags. <p> “Ready to go?” He asked taking one of my bags. I nodded following him to a pickup truck. <i>Well this is kind of awkward.</i> I thought to myself. <p>“All of your stuff is up in your room. You can put it anyway you like. It is the attic and you have your own bathroom. It was remodeled after I moved in. Just in case I ever had guests. The only thing is the Bay window was just put in and if you look out it you can see into the Neighbors house across the street.” <p> “Oh ok, I wont change in front of that window then” I said, then laughed top myself. Soon we pulled into a big looking house with 3 floors, well including the attic, or my room it was light blue with white trim. It must be really lonely in this house alone. <p> “Well I know this isn’t the best welcoming but I have to go back to work and I will be back around 8. I left you some money you can get settled take a walk. There is a park round there and a shopping center just around the corner of the park. Enjoy yourself.” He said while unloading the rest of my luggage while driving off. <p> “Bye” I said to myself lugging in my bags and up a very narrow staircase, wondering how the hell they got the rest of my stuff up here. It was a very pretty room. I set my stuff down and walked around. Since I wasn’t in the mood for unpacking I got a pad and a pencil and found my way to the park and sat down. I started drawing a little boy playing hopscotch with his sister. I was shading the little girl’s face when someone sat down on the bench with me. I did my best to ignore them and continue drawing. <p> “That’s really good” said a males voice next to me said. <p> “Thanks” I said not looking up. The voice belonged to a guy, oh..16 maybe. He had long blonde hair, which was pulled back. His eyes were blue. <p> “That’s my brother Mackenzie, and my sister Avery. There’s four more of us at home. Oh yeah, sorry, I’m Taylor.” He said extending his hand. <p> “Alyssa.” I said shaking his hand. <p> “Where do you live?” he asked. <p> “Ummm, a few streets over, I don’t even know what the hell the street’s name is. I just got her today, and I’ll be surprised if I manage to find my way home…anyway, I’ve gotta go, I’d better be finding my way back. See ya later, nice to meet you.” I got up. <p>“Oh here, you can have this.” I said handing him the picture. <p> “Thanks, Bye!” he said. <p> I actually had an ok time getting home. It wasn’t that hard to find. I walked into the house. I found the phone book and ordered a pizza. I was starving. Freakin plane food, how do they expect people to eat that shit. While I was waiting for my pizza I looked around. I opened a closet. There was a bunch of assorted crap inside. Photo albums covered the top shelf. I took one down. I skimmed the pages. My dad, I think, my dad and some lady, some lady, some guy..or was that my dad? I already forgot what he looked like. Some other lady, Callista and me. Wait..why did he have that? I turned the page back. It was a Christmas card from when we were like 6. Matching dresses. Mine was red, hers was green. I remember the fight we had over the dresses. I hated the color red, but Callista’s favorite was green. In the end I let her have it. In return she gave me a Barbie to play with for the week. It was like Malibu Barbie or something. I envied her so much for having that one. I only had Malibu skipper. Back to my confusion of dad having the picture. I took it out and turned it over. <p>It was a note from my mom : <p> Merry Christmas, Love the Kids. <p>Gee that was my mom. I decided to go up to my room. I moved some things around and turned in early. 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