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~Ch 2~

“Mom! Daddy! I’m home!” she yelled, walking into the house, she was met by Nancy, the maid.
“Hi Nancy” she said, walking to the refrigerator, pulling out some leftover pizza, and popping it into the microwave.
“Hi Melanie. Your father said to give this to you” Nancy said, holding out a piece of paper “and if you’ll change, I’ll get your uniform cleaned before basketball starts” she added. Melanie nodded
“ok, thanks. I’ll go change now” she said, unfolding the paper and reading it as she climbed the winding staircase that led to her room.
‘Mel, your mother and I went out to eat. Will be back by 11:00, latest. Fix yourself something if your hungry or have Nancy fix it for you. Hope the game went well. Love, daddy’
she looked at the clock beside her bed, 10:21. Melanie crumpled up the note, throwing it in her trash can as she walked into her humongous walk-in closet. It was her favorite part of her room, besides her bed, to be. She slipped out of the blue and white cheerleading uniform and pulled out her gray sweats and a sweatshirt, slipping them on and feeling comfortably satisfied as she walked downstairs and handed her uniform to Nancy who took it and walked off. Melanie walked over to the microwave and grabbed her pizza and a Diet Coke out of the fridge, and headed back upstairs. Walking into her room she turned on her computer to check her e-mail. While she waited for the main screen to come up she ate a slice of the pizza and walked over to her backpack, pulling out her binder and pulling out the picture.
‘Angela Carter. Born- 11-20-83 Missing Since-3-12-86 Hair-Blonde Eyes-Blue’
she felt those chills once again as she looked at the picture, then into her mirror. She shook her head
“No way Melanie” she still felt a sense of doubt, those eyes looked so much like her own. She put the picture back into her binder and walked back to her computer, clicking on the internet symbol. While it signed on she ate the other slice of pizza.
‘You’ve got mail’
she about jumped out of her chair, apparently she was signed on. She went through her box, deleting the junk, then clicking on the stuff from her friends, and deleting some forwards that didn’t look interesting. The she clicked on the letter from her friend Ava in Georgia.

‘Hey chica!! Wassup? Not much happing here, got tix to the BSB concert, soooo excited. I LOVE BRIAN!!!!!’
Melanie had to laugh at this, Ava was a Brian nut
‘I’m guessing your laughing at me now,’
“right on target” Melanie said outloud
‘but oh well, just because you don’t like the Backstreet Boys. . . .blah blah blah, my same old speech. Trust me, you’ll like them someday, I promise you!’
“Fat chance” Melanie muttered
‘Anyway, we need to get together over Christmas break or sometime, agree? IM me if your on at the same time I am, gotta go, mom’s yelling at me! TTYL!
~Ava’

Melanie clicked off her mailbox and looked at her Buddy list, noticing Ava wasn’t on, not to mention anyone else, she decided to sign off.
“Mel, Honey, you home yet?” a voice yelled
“upstairs!” Melanie yelled. Minutes later her mom poked her head in. Melanie was in her closet. “Hey mom” she said, backing out, holding up two shirts. “Which one, the red one or the white one?”
“White, shows your tan” mom said “and silver jewelry” Melanie trusted her mom’s taste, she was a smart sophisticated business woman, not to mention fashion smart. Melanie looked at her mom, trying to figure out how she looked like her. Julie Parker was about 5' 6", brown, shoulder length curly hair, and startling green eyes. Melanie was 5' 7" and a 1/2", almost 8', with long straight blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, her best feature. She really didn’t look like her mom at all. Her mom walked over to her “I’m gonna get a shower, just wanted to tell you goodnight sweetheart” she said, kissing Melanie on the cheek.
“Night mom” Melanie said, watching her walk out of the room. She hung her shirt by her jeans on the door of her closet just as he dad walked in.
“Hey Mel, how’d the game go?”
“Hey daddy, we lost by one touchdown” her dad nodded
“That sucks. So football’s over huh?”
“Yeah, time to cheer for basketball soon” she said. Her dad nodded, walking over to the wall where all her trophies and ribbons were, he always looked at them she knew it was his pride that they were all hers, all her accomplishments. Her father, Gary Parker, was 5' 9" with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He was handsome for his age, and didn’t have a hint of gray. She realized she didn’t look like him either. She didn’t look like either of her parents. Who did she look like? There was one way to find out.

2000 Sparkie

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