Me: So you're my mom? I was filled with anticipation, but also a kind of longing. What if this was my chance to have someone who loves me? What if I could start over. We could build a new life, a new family- like we were supposed to.
Mom: So I'm told. We were stunned, trapped in a moment of pure amazement. She looked a little younger than I expected.
Mom: You look a lot older than I expected. Wow. Irony.
Me: Yeah, I guess What gene did I get from her, I was beginning to get skeptical. Why were they so dark and I was brightly colored? We look nothing alike
Me: If you guys are so darkly colored, how the heck did you get me to look like this? Dad: Well, You have my hairs and intelligence... Moms: My gorgeous, sarcasm and sassiness... Gorgeous? Really?
Me: But why are you so darkly colored and I look like a rainbow barfed on me? Mom: Well, that might come from your grandparents. What? I've never had any extended family. I mean, I knew Heather's grandparents, but I never had any of my own.
Me: Grandparents? I actually have a grandparent? Mom: you quite a couple. And Well, you've kinda been far from home.
My father gave her a narrow glance, she refused to look.
Me: so... Do I get to meet these grandparents? Mom: Today? Me: Why not? Mom: I don't know. Your grandparents have always been kind of neutral. Me: Neutral? Dad: they've never joined a side. Plus we want you to meet them when your training with them. Me: Training? With old people? Mom: Well... They're actually kinda young. Except for your grandpa *she kinda giggled* Me: I would really like to meet them. Mom: Very well. Come on. We went into a car and drove to the other side of town it looked like some weird dojo thing One dog went out to meet us:
Me: so where is Grandma? Mom: That's her. Me: Your kidding. She looks so stinking young! Mom: Well, she was stuck in ice for a about 20 years. Me: Oh. Captain America kinda thing, huh? Mom: Yeah. Grandma: who is this? Mom: My long lost daughterWow. These people speak like they've known me for years..
Grandma: she's cute. She has my looks. Mom: Grandma: *puts paws around me* here you will learn to train. This place is sacred, and when you train here you must remember that there is no right side. I nodded.
Grandma: Huh. I thought my granddaughter would talk more. Me: Woah. Your talking to the social queen. Don't make assumptions when the evidence isn't clear. Grandma: Yet, sometimes unpredicted assumptions can bring the best out in someone. Bringing their silence to a standstill. Woah. Grandma logic. Am I really getting owned by my grandma?
Me: Assumptions can lead to tradgic lossesGrandma: Yet also, great victories.
I am not winning this war.
Grandma: See, there is a neutral side to much conflict that is seen. I know we may never agree on assumptions, but there will always be a neutral between our a opinions. A peacekeeper if you will. Mind blown.
Grandma: when you are ready to learn, come back to here, but before you leave, which I can tell you must, you will have to meet grandpa. This trip was really weird. Lol, and I'm just wondering if grandpa is weirder.
Just then, a dog came out shouting:
Grandpa: I did it, Zandria! I finally finished popcorn string! Yup, he's weirder.
Grandma: That's nice. Your granddaughter is over there. Grandpa: So I has an audience, eh? This one doesn't look like Angelica. Is this a different one? How many of these litt'r kiddos does my little grand baby have? Lol! This is a such a stereotype grandparent. Ironically, the most normal thing I've seen all day. But what is he talking about? I looked over at my mom but she ignored my glance. She wasn't telling me something.
Me: *looking at mom* Yes, how many do you have? Mom: *looks at ground and bites lip* Grandma assisted grandpa down the stairs of the place, he squinted when he saw me.
Grandpa: Your a little short for your age, eh? Me: I drink a lot of frappicinos. Grandpa: Eh, a frappawhat-o's? Me: chocolate coffee shakesGrandpa: Ah you youngsters these days, all you do is drink all these fancy coffee's. Why back in my time, I remember all we had was- *continues to talk* I looked over at my mom. Her eyes only looked at grandpa as he was speaking. I could tell she wasn't listening. She was trying to ignore my gaze through every chance she had. What was there to hide? Today had been so strange meeting these people, and already they are keeping secrets from me. Was it just another sibling? What could there possibly be to hide?
Grandpa: Are you listening, youngster? *glasses tip down* I nodded and looked at him.
Me: Yes, back in the ol' days all you had was black coffee with no cream.. Grandpa: Ah. Now that's a youngster that listens. Now as I was saying.... *he talked for a really long time* Me: *yawns* long day. I need to go- Ermegersh! I forgot about Heather!
Me: Back to My friend's house! Oh my glob! I ran across the streets, forgetting that I was halfway across the city and that my mom had a car. I ran block by block. Finally, I could run no more. Oh, wait! I had wings! I tried with whatever strength I had left, I began to flap my wings. I flew up into the sky unsteadily... So I crashed into a few trees, buildings, park signs, and billboards but so what? I was a natural! What? That's an exaggeration? No way! I'm *oof* great at this!
I reached Heather's house. And attempted to fly through her window. After a few tries (86, to be exact) I made it through the window! Annnnnnnnnnd.... Heather was still sleeping... Score! I jumped onto my bed, and thennnnnn... Heather's alarm went off. Well, at least it was Saturday...
Heather smacked her alarm off.
Heather: *mumbles* why did they make these stupid alarms anyway? Me: to wake up nap-monsters with evil noises. She smiled.
Heather: I forgot you were here. Me: Well, surprise, surprise! Heather: Did you leave last night? I heard a lot of sounds. What should I do? Should I tell her?
Me: Yes. I had to get some things I left at home, it took a surprisingly long time. See, I forgot my computer....Heather: You don't have to explain from there, I think I can understand what happened. *smiles* nice entrance. Took you 86 tries to get through my window. Me: heh...heh.. Yeah... Heather: Let us eat! Finally! End of this one super long journal entry! Okay guys... Until Next time!