Escape

Kayla spent twenty minutes trying to talk to the annoying overly perky woman behind the desk at the airport.

"Once again its a purple suitcase and neon orange duffle bag" she nearly yelled, but for some reason the woman's odd smile widened.

"You mean those" she pointed behind Kayla and she whipped around to see her father in his Detroit Lions cap and his signature Tshirt with the sleeves cut off. She ran into him for a hug.

"Girly, I think I'm getting a bit old for that" He remarked.

As they walked to the car he asked Kayla about her life in about San Francisco. She told him the city was bizarre yet beautiful. He asked how about her classes. She wanted to avoid that subject. Kayla bragged about her roommates, JeanMarie and Jazmyne.

Once they were in the car though it was back to the good old days, music on full blast singing along for three hours until she finally saw the sign marking Ferrysburg's city limit.

"It's good to be home" She rolled down her window and let her semi curly shoulder length black hair flow about. They past the bank, and Miss Lisa's Icecream. What they didn't pass was a post office. There wasn't one in Ferrysburg. Everyone had a complimentary P.O. Box in Spring Lake, a neighboring town.Finally we arrived at 553 Pine St, which was on the coast of lake Michigan. Kayla let her bright green eyes steal a glance at the house nextdoor. Her Great Aunt Sheryl had lived there, but she passed on 3 months ago. They postponed the memorial service until the summer so Kayla could be there, even though they allready scattered her ashes in the lake.

Abruptly, her father spoke as he parked the car in the driveway. "Sweet Pea, There is something I have to tell you about Aunt Sheryl's house."

"I don't care what you say your not selling it" Kayla protested assuming that is what he meant.

"No, no, no. We have a..." he paused "guest staying there for the summer"

"What do you mean a guest? is it Uncle Jay from North Dakota?" Kayla started to get excited she missed all her family.

"It's not your Uncle" Her father stopped as if carefully choosing his words. "He is here because of a delicate situation--"

Kayla interupted him by opening the car door.

"What are you doing?" He asked her.

"I'm going to yell at my GamGam, she shouldn't have let this happen not yet" With that she got her slender body out of the car and went to the front door, which was open. She walked in hearing chopping from the kitchen. She strolled over there ready to yell at her Grams. Instead she found a tall young man, wearing her Grandmother's apron, chopping cucumber.

He looked up, a dorky smile on his face, "Oh you must be Kayla! I would shake your hand but they are coated with vegetable guts. I'm Liam by the way"

Kayla didn't acknowledge him. She stared straight at him and yelled rather irritated, "GamGam! Why is there an international popstar in our kitchen?"

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