Back to Pleasantview (4)
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Back to Pleasantview - Part 4 :)

Back to Pleasantview - Part 4 :) After about 10 minutes, I stopped crying. I had no intention to die of dehydration because of some stupid girls from school. I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath.
"I'm stronger than that," I said out loud.
I decided to call Lindsay. Talking to my best friend always helped. How I wished she could come over to my place right now! But Bluewater Village was far... "Audrey!" Lindsay said excitedly. Hearing her voice made me feel much better.
I told her about everything that had happened today and complained about my new life. She comforted me through the phone and said that I could always call her whenever I needed someone to talk to, even if it was in the middle of the night.
Actually, I felt quite good after talking to Lindsay. I didn't understand how she always did that - made me feel better about myself and everything else, too. What would I do without Lindsay?
I changed my clothes and went to the kitchen to have lunch. I was hungry - no breakfast and some cookies at school - that was no food.
I was glad that Dad had filled the fridge. I wondered where he was. Out with his old Pleasantview friends probably. I waited impatiently while the food was warming up in the mircowave. I ate alone. It felt weird to be in this big house all by myself. Maybe it would be better if Alexander and his daughters moved back here. Dad didn't think they would. Victoria was in college already and Alexander was travelling with his younger girl. After lunch, I did my homework. Or tried at least. The exercises were difficult. In Bluewater Village, I'd been a straight A student. My grades might drop now, I thought with fear. I guess I hadn't made the best first impression to my teachers, either. Mr. Green sure thought I was having problems with concentration and my swimming teacher was probably still laughing somewhere. Finally, I just gave up. It was Friday, after all. I had all weekend to do this stupid homework.
I had no plans for the weekend anyway - what would I do here all alone? Go to the cinema? Alone? I didn't think so. With my Dad? That would be even worse.
I played the Sims 3 on computer until Dad got home. I was surprised to see that it was already dark outside - I tended to forget everything around me when I was playing that game. I quit the game and went to greet my father. "Hi, Dad!" I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Hi, Dee. How are you? You can't imagine who I met today!" My father greeted me and excitedly started talking about people I didn't know. I just stood there, listening, and kept a smile on my face. My father was so happy. He deserved it and I wasn't going to ruin his good mood with my problems.
"How was your day, by the way?" He suddenly asked.
"It was okay," I lied.
"How was school?" Dad wanted to know.
"Fine. I met one boy there...Darien Dreamer. He seemed nice."
"Ahh, Darien! Is he really in highschool already? Well, yeah, I guess he was a year older than you. I'm just getting old," my father laughed. It wasn't true what he said about his age - there was still more than 2 months left before his 36th birthday. 36 wasn't old.
Dad kept asking me questions about school and teachers and everyone I had met, and was disappointed that I didn't remember most of the names. Then he started preparing dinner. I was even afraid to think of what he'd cook this time. Two times out of three we usually ended up eating pizza or chinese food. I felt useless, just standing there, but I knew Dad wouldn't let me help him. Actually, I was sure that he just didn't want me to see him spoiling another meal (which wouldn't happen if he'd let me help him). I went to my room to practice the violin while waiting for the dinner to be ready. Or the pizza to arrive. I loved my violin.
I had just started playing "Greensleeves" when I heard my father call my name.
"Audrey? There's someone here to see you!" he called out.
I put away my violin, wondering who it might be.
I didn't have any friends here yet... When I got downstairs, I saw my Dad talking to a boy from my school. They were chatting and laughing. I bet he'd already found out where that boy lived, who were his parents and so on. How unfair...I wasn't even sure I remembered the guy's name. "Hi..." I said with a smile when I got closer.
"Hi, Audrey!" The boy replied happily.
"Douglas, right?" I asked. Please let that be the right name.
"Yep, that's me," Douglas laughed.
"Okay, I'll leave you kids talking. I don't want to burn the spagetti." Dad said, heading to the kitchen. He could have stayed. Then he'd at least have an excuse if he still burnt them.
"So, Douglas." I said his name again, happy that I'd remembered it correctly. "No offence but what are you doing here?"
"Ah, yes, that," he said as he had forgotten why he came in the first place.
"Our English teacher asked me to tell you about the homework we have for Monday, but I couldn't find you anywhere when the lessons finished..."
"I needed to get home fast." I told him, hoping I wouldn't have to explain why.
"Oh. Well, anyway, I didn't have your phone number and I had things to do after school,but I knew where you lived so I decided I'd just come here."
"So, here I am!" he announced and placed his hands on his hips. He looked like he was delivering somekind of a very important message. I laughed.
"More homework?" I asked. "The one we got today was difficult enough for me..."
"Yeah...The teacher wants us to write an essay about classical 18th century poets. I know nothing about literature!" Douglas complained, moaning.
"Oh no!" I replied, pretending to be horrified. I loved literature. I adored poetry. I was going to enjoy writing this essay. I wasn't sure whether I should offer to help Douglas with his. Maybe he'd be happy.
"How's your stomic?" he suddenly asked, trying not to smile. No, I was not going to help him. Good luck with the poets!
"Everyone's heard about that little incident in the swimming lesson already?" I was the one moaning now.
"Yeah. Funny news spread fast," he laughed.
"Funny news," I mumbled. Perfect...
"You don't enjoy being in the middle of everyone's attention, do you?" Douglas asked me.
"Well, don't worry, by Monday there'll be other things to laugh about. To be honest, everyone is happy that you're back with your father."
"Really?" That was unexpected. I would have liked to hear more about the people who were happy about me returning to Pleasantview. And the reasons behind it. "Douglas, would you like to stay for dinner?" I asked, hoping he would stay and explain some things to me.
"Sorry, I can't. I'll have to babysit my sister tonight."
He looked like he would have liked to stay but really couldn't.
I thanked him and walked him to the door. Maybe I'd still help Douglas with that essay. If he told me some things about people of Pleasantview in return... "Dinner's ready," my father announced when I got to the kitchen.
"That smells good," I complimented. He hadn't burned the spagetti. That really was something. "I am proud of you, Dad."
We sat down to eat.
"So, Douglas, hah? Do you like him?" my father asked and winked.
"Dad! I just met him today!"
Why on earth did he think that such jokes about boys were funny? I was desperatly looking for a way to change the subject.
"Tell me about him, Dad," I said, pointing at the portrait on the wall. Portrait of Mortimer Goth, my great grandfather. "About my grandpa?" Dad asked, sounding a bit surprised. "Didn't my mother ever tell you about him?"
"Yes". About a thousand times. "But I want to know what you remember about him..."
"Well," my father said and I could see he was trying to remember, so I waited patiently.
"I have only a couple of memories about him, and even those are not very clear..." he finally explained. "Grandpa loved me. I was his first grand-child and I'm sure that if he had lived longer he would have spoilt me. He used to play with me, sing to me..."
Dad smiled at the memories.
"He died before I had the chance to get to know him..." he added sadly.
"At least you remember him," I sighed, thinking about my mother. No memories. No pictures. Nothing.
"Tell me something more..." I pleaded.
"That's all I remember, Dee."
"My mother of course told you about her mother Bella, didn't she? She was the one who still remembered her...Bella and Mortimer got married and started their life together in this house, Audrey. My mother Cassandra was born and later Alexander, too. But then one day Bella disappeared..." "She was no where to be found. There were all kind of rumors told about her disappearance, some even believed she had been abducted by aliens." Dad laughed at the idea.
"My grandfather waited, but she never returned..."
"After years and years of waiting he married a woman named Dina Caliente!"
"Martin's mother!" I said. I was familiar with that story.
"Yes, Martin's mother" Dad nodded.
"Speaking about Martin, he invited us over tomorrow evening. For dinner. What do you think about that? You could finally meet him, and his family..."
"That's great, Dad!" I didn't sound as excited as I should have. Martin was a stranger to me. A name I had heard in the stories my grandmother used to tell me. Suddenly, I felt sad. There were so many relatives I had never met...
"Dad, did my mother have any relatives?" I impulsively asked. Dad always got sad or angry when I asked about my mother but I had to try. The fact that Darien had mentioned my mother at school had made me want to know more about her. Maybe I had grandparents who missed me? I had never thought about that...
"Audrey..." he said.
I understood from the tone of his voice that he was not going to talk to me about that. Oh well, I hadn't really hoped he would. He never did. No one ever did!
"I'll be reading in the living room," he said and left the table.
I felt completely alone. I finished my dinner and cleaned the table. I knew that Dad would be in a bad mood for the rest of the evening, so it was better not to disturb him, especially when that bad mood was my fault. I decided to spend my evening on the third floor of the house, in the room that I had unlocked in the morning. I remembered seeing some pieces of furniture here that would fit perfectly into my new room. No one would probably mind if I took some things from here. I discovered that old stuff could be very interesting. I had a lot of fun, playing there alone like a little child. Finally, I thought it was time to take some things down to my room. I was reaching for the lamp I liked when something on the floor caught my eye. I picked it up - it was a book, but there was something special about it. I looked the book more closely...
"Diary of Lucy Burb" someone had written on it in a bad handwriting. A child, probably.
Suddenly, I felt guilty. Diaries were private. But I was so curious...And, moreover, I had tried keeping a diary several times before but always forgot to write eventually. This one was most likely very similar to the ones that I'd had. Just empty pages...
I opened the book and gasped.
It was full of handwritten text. Hundreds of pages of handwritten text. She must have kept the diary for years...
A new wave of guilt washed over me. Put it away, Audrey, I told myself. But I couldn't. Maybe this was the answer to my questions? Pleasantview was a small place. Everyone knew everyone here. I knew no one.
Had I really found someone, or something, to tell me the story of Pleasantview?
I started reading...

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#11xxheartlessxx12Dec 2, 2009

bad irl audrey! sneaking inside diaries! lol just kidding! i wanna read more! cant wait! good job! \:rah\:

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#13Dec 3, 2009

I love your stories!! Cant wait for the next part!!!

#14TUTULADec 3, 2009

Great chapter, this is getting more and more interesting\:wub\: Can't wait to read the next chapter\:rah\:

#15FikcijaDec 3, 2009

The word is "stomach", not "stomic" \:\) And you just have to end it at the most interesting moment!!! But I loved it, of course and can't wait for more. I like the diary idea as the way of telling the story. And I loved the phrase "I had no intention to die of dehydration because of some stupid girls from school". And I have a question, are you going to continue your previous unfinished stories? Like the one with the heart on the cover (don't remember the title, sorry... Forbidden love maybe?)?

#16MangioDec 4, 2009

interesting \:rah\: i want to know more... i wonder how Lucy Burb fits in.. great part and excellent screenshots

#17bellezDec 21, 2009

Great storyline\:\) compulsive reading\:rah\:

#18shayka1stFeb 15, 2010

i wanna know what she read too , lol ! Good Story , qotta read the next one !

#19Midnight222Mar 4, 2010

Very intriguing! I wonder what is in the diary .... will she get the answers she seeks or will there only be more questions! \:rah\:

#20Desu BaloneyAug 14, 2010

this story is wonderful, you're my favorite story writer on TSR!! i would rate this a 10 if i could. \:rah\:

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