Sunset Knights DITFT Cooperative

So last time you saw me I was standing outside Summer Hill Court waiting for the green-haired man to answer the door. He seemed thrilled once I said that I was there for the nanny position. He led me inside so we could chat about the position and my experience with children.

Broc Root was his name and he had three girls that he needed someone to watch while he was busy with work. …hmm reminds me of my parents expect we had to fend for ourselves. Anyway, he had just moved here from Meadow Glen and the girls’ old sitter couldn’t make the move with them so thus the need for a new nanny. Broc said that the transfer wasn’t permanent, but Broc didn’t know when he would be transferred again.

I explained that it was alright and that I just needed a job to support my own children.

Broc smiled, but then restated that the nanny position would require me to live in the spare room. I nodded and then slowly asked, “I understand… but my children are in social services and I need to get them legally back before the week is through. So I thought… perhaps if they could live here as well.”

Broc was silent at this request for what felt like hours. “That’s Fine.” He said courtly, “but you have to make sure you are on top of your job and my girls come first. And I better not hear your children when I’m working. Then we two are going to have a problem.” Broc sighed and then flatly stated, “you owe me.” I nodded in agreement since what other option did I have? I mean I wanted to see my babies again.

Broc then explained the rules of the house and the girls’ to me. They were still at their after school activities; I would meet them later.

“I can show you your room now I suppose” Broc said after looking at his watch, “The girls will be home soon.”

I smiled and nodded. I would be able to get my babies back! The thought filled me with glee and so I followed Broc upstairs with a pep in my step.

Broc showed me my room, it was quite. There was room for a bunk bed for my Page and Marco. “This will be your room; there is a bathroom right over there,” he said gesturing to the right.
A slam was heard from downstairs followed by a “Daaad! We’re home!”
Broc stepped out into the hallway and shouted back, “Go sit on the couch girls, your new nanny is here!”
Broc turned to me and ushered me to follow, so I did.

Three young girls sat on the couch just like their father asked.
“From left to right, Allison, Ania, and Abigail.” Broc said to me and then to his daughters, “This is Mrs. Knight.”
“Miss” I corrected.
“Miss Knight,” Broc repeated correcting his mistake, “she will be your new nanny. She has two children your age that will be living here as well. You listen to her while I’m working.”

All three nodded and then shifted their attention from their father to me. I smiled and walked over to the couch next to them.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” Broc mumbled as he left for his study.

“Hi girls,” I greeted.
Allison just looked at me and then smiled slowly, Ania turned and regarded me with an even smaller smile, and Abigail just glanced at me. …ugh, hopefully they weren’t always like this. I mean they are children so wouldn’t they be more energetic?
“Soo…” I started trying to think of a question to perhaps get to know them a little more. But before I could say anything, Abigail hopped up from the couch and flatly stated, “I have homework to do.” and walked away.
Ania and Allison sat for a moment and then said at the same time, “So do we.” And they left me alone. I sat there for a moment dumbfounded that the girls didn’t even ask anything of me or really respond to me at all. Oh well I guess… I suppose I’ll have to work on that later.
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After two days had passed and I got a bunk bed for Page and Marco; I called up the social services and told them I had everything they required for me to get my children back. They agreed and said that they would be dropped off at the house the next day.

I was so excited! I waited for the bus that day hoping it would come sooner than later.

There they were! My babies! Err well, children.

I gave each of them a hug and told them how much I loved them and was glad that I could finally see them again.

Everything was going to be okay now that my babies were with me again!

… It’s been a while. Five years to be exact. It’s been a long five years… but I… I made it though, barely. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of my children. Marco and Page. They needed me to get out of that awful place and I did… eventually. You probably wondering what happened to me aren’t you? Why I was blamed for my damn husband’s murder and why it has been so long for me to get out of jail. Well to be completely blunt, the law system stinks. And another thing, it damn expensive to get a lawyer and a good one at that… but I guess you deserve the full story so here I go:

Well first off, Pascal was a rascal… haha that rhymed. Oh right anyway… apparently he was spreading rumors about me that I was a bad parent and that I threatened him daily that I was going to kill him or something. Even though I never did! I don’t understand that man and I don’t think I ever will! But anyways, so the police had heard of this rumor and were keeping an eye on me apparently and since like all of my siblings are insane and two of them had already gotten in trouble with the law, the police were actually considering that I might be crazy too and that Pascal’s rumors were truth! Ridiculous I know! 

But when Pascal ended up dead after that fire… than somehow was proven that I had started it and let it spread and thus Pascal’s untimely death, it was the last thing the police needed to get me in jail. So I was put in jail and my babies were taken from me and put into social services, foster care, until I was “well” enough to care for them again. So then it was a waiting game for my trial and then the second trial and then my conviction of guilty for manslaughter… I was devastated. I didn’t know that the law system was this unreliable for the truth. I didn’t kill my husband. But because of that verdict, I sat in prison for 5 years. I missed 5 years of my children’s lives… I’m such a terrible mother.

Page and Marco were too young to visit me on their own and I was never allowed to visit them… I only got a picture of them from social services once a year. I am thankful for that at least, but they practically grew up without their mother. Page was already in 4^th grade and Marco was in 2^nd grade! The last time I saw them they were toddlers!

But that changes today. Today I get my babies back; today I am a free woman. I even changed my last name back to Knight; I was Mrs. Morel no longer. Now all I had to do was go back home and wait for the social workers to give me back my children. But when I got back to my house… let’s just say it was not in good condition…

It seems there was yet another fire… one that took the whole house with it….

My… My house. It was totaled and I didn’t have the money to repair it and it was certainly not livable. What was I going to do? I needed a job and a house and fast….

A social worker pulled up as I stood gawking at my house. She didn’t have my children in the back of her car I noticed when I turned from the sound of the engine stopping. The woman looked at me and then at the house in ruins and then back at me and said that the past earthquake that had hit Sunset Valley must have done this to my house… and that other houses were damaged as well. She then stated that I needed a suitable place for my children to live if I wanted them back and that I had a week to do so.

I asked if I could have more time than that, but the social worker just got back into her car and said again, a week! Then she drove off.

I didn’t know what to do… The thought crossed my mind that I could go back home… my dad did say that I was always welcomed back home… no. No. I’m not going back there. I can handle this myself. Hrmph. Now, where would be a good place to get a job… since that’s what I need…

I figured that the local grocery store might be a good place to look first and the park was on the way there so I could clear my head a little. So I walked through the park on my way to the store and I saw a newspaper laying on the ground. Hmm. Perhaps there would be a wanted section…

So I picked up the newspaper and started to flip through the pages…. Hm? What was this? “Wanted Nanny. For three girls. Living quarters provided. Must Cook, clean, dress, care for, help with homework, repair and watch over. Good Pay, Come to 15 Summer Hill Court, between 3pm – 5pm for interview.” This was it! This is what I needed!

I would have a job and a house all in one! I can cook, clean and repair! I did all of that before This is a perfect job for me! I looked at the clock in the park and it was after 3 already. So I got myself up and headed to Summer Hill Court.

It was dark by the time I got there, but still before 5pm. So I rang the door bell to be greeted by a green haired man…

I went to the door hesitantly once I saw that it was a policewoman at the door. Why would she be here I wondered. My husband was just killed and now Page was crying… I hope this will be quick.

No sooner than when I stepped out of my house and greeted the officer, she pointed at me and said that I was under arrest for the Murder of Pascal Morel. Murder? MURDER? I did not kill my husband! What nonsense was this?!

I told her that and she just got more angry saying that I have the right to remain silent and all that jumbo…

But I really didn’t understand why I was being charged! It was a fire that killed him not me! I told her that and she just glared at me like I was a murderer.

“You’re coming with me miss. Whether you like it or not. I’ll take you by force if I have too” The police officer told me. My shoulder’s dropped; I didn’t want to be dragged off like some criminal… I wasn’t a criminal. I would go with her but there were two things that were holding me back… “What about my kids…?” I asked. My babies. Page was still crying from upstairs; I needed to see them.

“Social Services are here to pick them up. They’ll be safe, but you won’t be seeing them any time soon, Mrs. Morel.” Then the officer cuffed me and put me in her squad car as I saw the social worker walk up my front steps to take my children away. I started to cry.

I was immediately put in a cell. But I still didn’t understand what was going on. No one was telling me anything. Why was I arrested for murder? I wasn’t crazy and I didn’t kill Pascal…. directly… oh.

I started to cry as tears blurred my vision and my cheeks were wet. I would have to stay here until my trial… which was in three months. Three months without my beautiful babies. How would I survive? My babies needed me. I needed them. I wouldn’t be locked up forever, but I really didn’t kill him! It was a fire!

How would my babies fair without their mother?

I need to get out of here…

My babies. Generally, Marco and Page got along quite well, sharing the books that they would read. They were two cuties. And I loved them both equally, but I think they fought for my attention…

Page would cry for me and as soon as I picked her up to cuddle her, Marco would start.

Marco was less of a crier than Page, but he always seems soo sad once I put down for a nap.

Marco took well to learning how to go potty, but he would always stare off looking at Pascal and Page.

I think he was a little jealous of the attention that Page got from her father. Marco’s father knew of Marco’s existence over the phone, but he had never met him since that would just cause trouble I did not want with Pascal. Ho Sung Kim, Marco’s father, was happily married after I had left China so Ho Sung didn’t actually want anything to do with Marco. But I think that’s what Marco really wanted… a father.

I tried my best to do it all though, for Marco and Page. Cooking every meal. That was one thing I wish I didn’t need to do…

My daily chores were falling behind because of it, but one day I heard Marco crying from upstairs and knowing that Pascal refused to help with Marco, I would need tend to him. So setting the hamburgers on the stove and telling Pascal, who was waiting for the hamburgers to be done, to watch them. I ran upstairs to check on Marco.

But when I got back down stairs smoke was filling the air and the stove was on fire. And nothing could prepare me for what happened next…

He… He… Pascal was gone. Even if he was horrible to me, I never wanted him dead…. I never knew fire could spread that fast. The firefighters got there too late. They checked out the house and made sure that the fire was completely out. They seemed to know how the fire started, but they didn’t want to tell me for some reason. The house was quite for the next few hours as I comforted Page and Marco. But a doorbell ring, interrupted our mourning…

I wonder who it could be…

I walked downstairs to see Pascal holding Page and a cake. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t anything bad and began to cheer for my little girl growing up.

Pascal however didn’t look to pleased, but never mind that.

Page grew up to be an adorable toddler!

The first thing I did was tickle her, she was such a cutie!

I mean I did not realize how good looking Pascal and my child would be! I could just steal her away forever!

Pascal seemed very taken with Page as well and actually picked her up for the first time in a long time to play with her.

They looked so happy, he looked so happy with his daughter. Page wasn’t just my baby, she was Pascal’s too…

But I also had a new baby to care for, Marco. My pale little boy from China. I heard Pascal coming up the steps with Page

and immediately after Pascal put Page down by her new toys,

He turned to me and shouted at me!

“How could you do this to me?” He shouted at me.
“Do what?” I said calmly back.

“Don’t play dumb! You know exactly what you did!” Pascal scared me, and so I took a step back.

“Pascal, you need to calm down… think of Page.” I said. Page was only a few feet away and could hear every word and shout.

“I don’t care! How could you do this to me!? Sleep with another man!” Pascal roared.

“You, You Whore!” Pascal pointed at me with his accusing finger.

Then he went into to a big speech about how he was my husband and I was his and how I was a bad wife and mother for doing this and that he would never forgive me and he refused to help out with Marco and how I still had to do everything and that I couldn’t sleep in his bed ever again. But Truly I was just getting more and more pissed.

I was going to let him have it, but Page and Marco were right there so I took a deep breath and held my nose before saying,

“Fine, whatever. Just leave me and my babies alone.”

“You better not ever lay a hand on my son! Or on me! Or I swear you will never see Page again.”

At that he backed off, looking towards the ground. He must really care about Page, and I did feel bad about using her as a threat, but Pascal was getting out of control and I bet if I had let him continue ranting at me, he would have gotten violent.

Pascal looked at his daughter for a few minutes before picking her up and then putting her to bed.

And then he himself headed to bed without me.

I soon got a phone call from the police station asking if everything was alright because neighbors had heard shouting and had called the police. I told them everything was fine, but I was also told that one of my brothers had ended himself in jail for 3 months for vandalizing public property and one of my sisters had been caught doing some strange things in her backyard… I knew my family was crazy, but I didn’t know that they were criminals as well…

I soon went to bed in my “new” bed without Pascal right next to me. I liked it a lot better; I was with my children as they slept peacefully.

Or at least until morning, Marco would cry for me…

And then wake Page up who then wanted my attention…

And she cried until I put Marco down and picked her up.

My days went on like that, waking up caring for my kids, fixing things, teaching Page how to talk and

Quickly responding every time they cried.

Pascal was true to his word. And never help out with Marco. He tried his best though to help Page learn her life skills. But he recently got a job at the theater, exactly what position I don’t know and I don’t care. But he’s gone for most of the day is what that means. Less time I have to deal with him at least.

Page is growing up so fast, she even started to read some of the baby books I accidently left out on the floor.

My baby girl was my world and Marco was my sky and soon enough…

He was a cute little toddler boy.

Life kinda returned to normal except I didn’t go anywhere at all… No trips, no adventures… I didn’t even leave the house at all…

I did all the chores around the house, laundry, cleaning toilets, you name it I probably did it. Pascal wasn’t helping out at all around the house and he was usually the one who broke things in the first place … He said that he had better things to do than clean and fix things… I don’t know what I ‘m going to do with him…

But before I knew it I was getting really nauseous and I knew exactly what that meant…

but I hoped that it wasn’t what I thought it was… because that would only make things harder for Pascal and I to mend our relationship…

And I needed to be there for Page, she was so tiny and I needed to be her mother, with or without Pascal.

Page was the only reason I was going to try to make this work. Page, my beautiful little girl. I loved her with all my heart.

Pascal tried to convince me to try for another baby because I guess he thought that would help our marriage, but I refused, at least for now, because I just didn’t feel comfortable to be intimate right now… with him…

Page was a bit of a crier though, she always needed something in the wee hours of the morning and apparently that was my job to care for her regardless of the time or what I was doing.

I didn’t really mind it, except the part where Pascal didn’t help me at all, but I got to spend precious time with my baby.

Page, she loved to be held and cuddled.

Pascal on the other hand, was getting madder and more irritable as the days went on…

I don’t understand what his problem is, but really! I’m trying my best to do EVERYTHING around the house and he gets mad just because I forgot to take the laundry out of the drier? I mean Really?

I did Everything around the house and Pascal just reaped the benefits…

He would expect breakfast every morning and then complain about it if it wasn’t good enough! I mean, If you don’t like it, don’t eat it and make it yourself! Really!

Thankfully, I was able to talk to my sister, Meg—even though she’s a little crazy—and rant about life and Pascal and my worries… which one actually came true… my tummy was getting bigger… and that only could mean one thing.

You’re pregnant? Pascal knew the signs from the books he read and from my last pregnancy…

and unfortunately I was, I knew who the father was, but Pascal didn’t seem to realize that it wasn’t him. That of which I am grateful for.

Days were better than my first pregnancy for the most part… I still had to do all the chores otherwise Pascal would get angry at me, but Pascal generally left me alone though.

It was nice. With my moods swinging liked my alone time, without Pascal pestering me.

I dreamed of running away though, going far, far away, perhaps to China or to Egypt…

But Page still needed me and I wasn’t about to leave her again…

But before I knew it, it was time. Time for my second baby to be born. Pascal freaked out again and said that he would stay home with Page anyway. So I went to the hospital by myself.

And soon, Marco Polo Morel was born. But you didn’t need to be a genius to see that this baby boy wasn’t Pascal son…

I got home and put Marco in his new crib and I heard Pascal yell for me down stairs… I wonder what he could want?

China. Where I went to clear my head, I wasn’t going to be gone long, just a weekend so don’t say I’m a bad mom alright? I know that Pascal can care for Page for a weekend since he was so eager to have a baby in the first place…

China’s fresh air and new exciting adventures made me forget about everything really wrong in my life. It was so peaceful there. I loved it.

I even learned a new song from the local Liu Pei who had misplaced a family relic so I had to go and find it. I didn’t mind since I was already a skilled adventurer.

But Liu was pretty cute too so we flirted a little…

And hugged. It was nice to feel needed for me not just because I was their wife or their handywoman.

And we kissed a little, what Pascal doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? Right.

Liu stopped it there though and said that it was extremely important that he got his relic back soon… so I left for the Hall of the Lost Army.

It was a simple adventure. Just stepping on switches,

Using keystones,

But there was this “dive pool” that I had to swim through to get the next key.

It was nice to be surrounded by water at the time, but I was soaked afterwards so I was shivering the rest of the way.

I used that last keystone to open the final door and found the lost relic. I was going to head straight for Liu Pei’s house, but the Hall of the Lost Army was right next to the merchants and I wanted to see if there was anything good to be bought.

I went into the bookstore first and meet the owner Ho Sung Kim. He was even more handsome than Liu Pei! We talked a bit about books and then we started to flirt…

And kiss…

It felt like all my troubles were melting away and I had nothing to be worried about. Ho Sung was so kind, I missed that…

We even went back to his house later once his shop closed up and we, um, had a lot of fun I suppose you could say…

Anyways, I finally did return the relic to Liu and he was really happy to have it back. He then introduced me to his father and his father had a quest for me to do.

I had to run all the way there, but once I arrived it was worth it.

The Temple of the Dragon.

I won’t bore you with the small detail of what happened inside cause it wasn’t all that exciting… it was the same old routine, find secret door, go find treasure, find another secret door, hit some rocks… you get the picture, but once I got to the main room a vision filled my head of a mummy fighting an adventurer and I didn’t really know what that meant so I turned around and was going to go back to Liu’s father when I had another vision… I saw a huge fire and my babies crying and Pascal nowhere to be seen.

It frightened me so much that I ran all the way back to Liu’s father to explain the visions I saw,

but he didn’t know what to say about the second one all he knew that I was chosen to do some master quest here in China and I had to come back soon. But my second vision scared me so I hopped on a plane back home.

Thankfully despite my worst fears, my house was still standing, Pascal and Page were both fine and safe, but it did make me realize how much I cared for my baby Page and that I could never leave her like that again, even though it was just a weekend that I was gone.

Pascal had a few choice words for me once I got home, like “Where in the world did I go?” and some nasty names.

I didn’t care though at the moment, I told him to shut it and I went to check on my baby. Page was fine gooing and giggling like a happy baby.

When I got back downstairs after putting Page down for a nap, Pascal was sitting on the couch just staring into the distance.

I approached him and apologized for my reckless actions and asked if we could make this marriage work… for Page.

Pascal and I got home safe and sound. And it was almost two p.m. when we got home so I headed over to the high school so I could catch Kathy going home. Which I did and I told her the answer to her puzzle and she was all like “Ohh! How could I have been so stupid?” I don’t know, go be smart somewhere else…

I got home just in time cause my tummy had been acting up on the flight back home and I ran to the bathroom to get sick.

It was really gross and I felt so gross so I changed my clothes into something way more comfy.

My days went on like this until I was missing something… and since I had been fooling around with Pascal, but then again he was my husband now so wouldn’t it be called something else…? Anyway I figured I was pregnant and decided to tell Pascal about it.

He was really excited about it and gave me a thumb up. He was a little silly about it, but that’s why I love him. It’s going to be so cool raising a kid that looks like me and Pascal mixed together.

Pascal always wanted to rub my belly from then on, I didn’t mind it that much since I took it as a way that he showed he cared, you know?

Then Pascal got a little weird… He like Told me to read this pregnancy book and that I couldn’t go out anywhere while I had his child in my belly… He wanted me to be safe he said… He kinda started to creep me out.

Then he told me to read another pregnancy book and think girl thoughts so we would have a girl. I don’t think that’s how it’s decided though…

The only time I had some peace was when he was sleeping, but it seemed he was woken up fairly easily and so once I was up, he was up.

He would stop me so he could talk to the little girl inside me, he was so sure that it was a little girl; I offered to go to the hospital to check, but he was against me even leaving the house…

He even stopped me when I was about to take a relaxing bath so he could listen to my tummy. He was kinda getting on my nerves…

But somehow he expected me to do everything I did before I was pregnant. Plugging a toilet with a huge belly is really hard especially since I got worn out way more easily.

But to TOP it ALL off, he expected me to cook all the meals and feed him since that was the wife’s job or something… Geez! I am not your mother! Well I was going to tell him that to his face when I felt a sharp kick and then my water broke.

“The Baby is coming!” I had shouted and moaned. It had really hurt! Pascal looked like he was in pain too, but from something else… He even told me to shut up. Um.. I’m having a BABY over HERE!

Pascal wanted me to have a home delivery, but I didn’t know a thing about birthing any babies. So I just called up a cab myself and Pascal grunted as he followed me.

After and long and hard delivery, Page Conners Morel was born. Huh, I guess Pascal was right about me having a girl…

The ride home was filled with congratulations and smiles from Pascal. It was almost like he was a different person, I mean he did tell be to shut up before we left.

No sooner than when I put Page to her bed in her crib did Pascal come up to me and asked me if we could start working on the next one…

“Really? You’re asking me this now? I just had a baby and I didn’t like your attitude while I was pregnant with Page. So No, not right now.” I told him I wasn’t really ready to have a baby in the first place let alone two.

Pascal’s face dropped and became a nasty glare. “What do you mean No? I’m your husband! We’re supposed to have kids! After I’ve been so kind to you?!”

“I said No.” And when was he kind? When he was a teenager that’s when! I liked that Pascal better. Was this even the same Pascal? “I have to clear my head….” I mumbled as Page’s crying could be heard from her room. Pascal turned completely ignoring me and went up stairs to check on Page.

By the time he got to her, I had already called a taxi. I knew where I was going. I needed to clear my head.

So without a word to Pascal I opened the door of the taxi, I headed off to China.

Oh look at him. Isn’t he handsome? Pascal kept giving my looks while we finished celebrating and as I talked to my dad.

I told him I was moving out and I already had a house picked out and that he couldn’t stop me. Dad just looked at me and nodded, and said, ”Take care of yourself Gina. And you are always welcomed back home if you need it.”

Like I would be coming back home anytime soon, but it was sweet of him to say that. But I was off to my new home which happened to just be down the block.

Isn’t just amazing? I loved it the first moment I laid my eyes on it. It’s soo cute, you know?

The inside was even better, I was proud of myself and I’m sure Pascal was too cause he seemed happy. Pascal was going to stay with me for the remainder of his visit and then we would go back to France together. I couldn’t let him stay with my crazy family now could I? No he would hate me then…

Pascal liked to make nectar and was really good at it too cause it was based in France and all, but I think Pascal’s nectar was the best I’ve ever tried!

We had to build a basement for my wine collection and his nectar machine and my relics cause they were getting really hard to carry all over the place you know? I don’t have unlimited pockets you know!

Pascal and I were together for a few weeks before he got a call from his parents asking him to come home. He told me and we were going to leave the next day.

He kissed me goodnight and then reminded me that the toilet was still clogged….

Stupid toilet! I really wanted to get away from this part of my life, and I thought men were supposed to do the handy work anyway… I just did it at my old house cause if my siblings tried to fix anything they would break it more and we would have to by a new one! Such a waste of money!

We slept together while he was here. You got a problem with that? I thought not… I’m a big girl I can do what I want to do…humph.

So morning finally arrived and Kathy, for some odd reason, called me up and said that she was working on this French problem and couldn’t find the answer so she asked if I could ask around in France while I was there. I agreed only cause I was already going to France and it would give me something to do since I practically helped everyone there and no one needed any more help…

So I started asking around once I and Pascal arrived in France. He went off to go talk to his parents and do some other stuff and said that we would meet up later at the café in town. I eventually found the creator of the puzzle and wrote down the answer for Kathy and now it was about time to meet Pascal at the café so I headed in that direction.

Pascal was already there waiting for me when I arrived I asked him if he was waiting long and he gave a sharp “No.” …okay?

But then he smiled and said he was just thinking about my beautiful face and some other gushy stuff like that.

“I have something to show you, Gina. Come with me…” He had whispered into my ear as he held me, I just nodded happily and said that I would follow him anywhere… cheesy I know…

Pascal had taken us back to the Art museum right in front of the fountain where we first met a whole year ago. The sun had set and the stars were out, it was really beautiful.

“I have something to ask you.” Pascal said to me as he seemed to be bending down to get something…

A ring? I thought in my head cause weren’t the guys supposed to ask the “big question”

I was right! And I was speechless, the ring was huge!

“Will you marry me, Gina Rinehart Knight?” Pascal asked with a glimmer in his eye.

“Yes! Of course!” I would marry him! I would be his wife and he would be my husband! This was just too amazing! The ring felt so right on my finger, like it was always supposed to be there.

“ I love you.” “I love you too.”

Hehum. I guess you can guess what came afterwards…
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So Pascal’s parents were really excited that we were getting married and they told us the perfect spot by a lovely fountain in the hills. I had gotten ready early and was waiting for Pascal for a while and actually got worried about him ditching me or something…

But he came thankfully; he was so handsome in his tux.

We exchanged rings right there by ourselves. It was so romantic.

I would always be his and he would always be mine. Our love was going to last forever!

So you know that paper I had to write? I got an A. Yeah an A. My dad was pretty happy about that and even said that I could invite Pascal over to our house to tell him. So I tried to find him online, but it was harder than I thought.

So after several attempts I decided I should call him instead even if long distance calls were a lot more expensive than normal local calls. I invited him over and he agreed and was going to hop on a plane that afternoon.

It was nighttime here though, so I had to go to sleep all the while dreaming and hoping that Pascal would be safe on the ride over.

I couldn’t sleep for long though cause one) I had a nightmare that I don’t wish to share and two) my cell phone rang in the middle of the night. I had to run outside so I didn’t wake up my siblings and my dad especially my dad.

I didn’t really catch why or what he said other than, “I can’t come”. So I said that I would go to him.

It was a strange feeling inside my chest like if I didn’t see Pascal I would die or something so I went, without a word to France.

I called Pascal once I got there and he said that his parents wanted to talk to my parents first before letting their only son go to some strange place. Sunset Valley wasn’t a strange place! It was great! But I agreed and I told him to convince his parents to let me over later so I could also talk to them.

So while Pascal was doing that, I went adventuring into the art museum which was the adventure I was doing before I met Pascal and I had to leave.

So after pulling torches to reveal doors,

Having bugs all over my arm,

And looking in a coffin thing,

I found what I was supposed to be looking for. I guess the art keeper or guard or someone died down here and was haunting the place. So I had to go bury him in the graveyard so he could rest in peace.

Which I did, but It was kinda spooky at night so I hightailed it out of there once I buried him.

I told the lady that everything was fine now and that she didn’t have to worry about any more weird noises in the art museum.

It was finally time to go meet Pascal at his house and talk to his parents.

Pascal greeted me outside and said that they weren’t going to let him until closer to his graduation which happened to be the same as mine. I was so happy and thought that maybe he could come over and we all could celebrate our birthdays together.

Pascal liked that idea and it seemed that weird feeling I had before, he had it too like we were meant to be or something silly like that.

But he was just too cute and I couldn’t say no to him! My heart was a fluttering when I decided that I should…

Kiss him! Pascal didn’t reject me and actually quickly pulled me in closer for another kiss.

More passionate this time! Oh My! He was simply amazing and I couldn’t bare to away from him for long even though we only knew each other for about a month.

So I asked him to be my boyfriend! I know a little silly right? What was I thinking, but I liked Pascal I liked him a lot.

It seemed his mother was actually happy about us being boyfriend and girlfriend; I think she thought Pascal didn’t like girls… but whatever I was happy.

I was too sad that I had to say goodbye so quickly, but I didn’t forget to give him a kiss goodbye. I had to head home back to where my family was probably worried about me since I didn’t even call.

But… it seems I wasn’t really missed. My siblings didn’t really noticed since they’re all crazy and Henry keeps checking the sinks like they’re going to explode or something and the only thing they did noticed was that everything was broken when I got home. And I mean everything, except the TV cause no one ever watches it… all they do is read books. It’s weird.

I didn’t feel like doing anything yet so I watch the cooking channel and learned a new recipe, but looking at all the food made me feel kinda fat…

So I started to work out some

before unclogging the toilet and fixing the shower. My family is so weird and they just bug me….

When I was trying to fall asleep, Kathy decided that it would be a good time to listen to three music boxes at once! Really? Right next to my head? Does anyone in this family have any sense?

Kathy did leave after I told her to scram and that just left me in a bad mood once I woke up and for some reason I let my anger out on my hair… I straightened it that’s all, I didn’t kill it.

But someone called in the middle of the afternoon and told me to go to the front door.

It was Pascal! He was here to see me!

We kissed and talked for a little bit before he had to leave.

Apparently he came without his parent’s permission cause he was missing me, aww, and that he had to make this a short visit cause his parents went to China and left him home alone, but he came to me instead and he had to be home before his parent were home.

I understood so I went inside to find the stupid sink broken again. Sigh.

This time I asked my dad and he it was fine since I was doing so well in all my classes. So I was off to France once again, but this time it was a shorter visit, only a weekend.

Pascal said on the phone that he wouldn’t be available until his parents came home and he didn’t know how long that was going to be so I headed over to the local nectary and tried my hand at making some nectar.

I had to smash the fruits with my bare feet; it was a lot of fun and I couldn’t wait to try my nectar.

I did my homework as I waited for the machine to mix my nectar perfectly. But soon after my nectar was done and I had tasted it, Pascal called and said that I could come over now.

I talked to Pascal and then to his parents who finally agreed to let Pascal visit me since it was so close to graduation and we were about to become adults or at least young adults, I’m not that old!

So there were three cakes out for us three, Meg, Pascal, and Myself. It was our birthday and we were going to celebrate!

Meg was first and I was cheering all the while for my twin sister.

Pascal was next and I think I cheered louder for him.

He was such a handsome young man.

Then it was my turn, I took a moment to look at my family … everyone was there except mom. She had too much work to do so she couldn’t make it to the party. Her loss I guess. But once I grew up I’m moving out of this house so this is probably the last time I’m going to see most of my family in one place.

I blew out the candles with my wish close to my heart and I think I grew up pretty.

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