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My Crazy Life: Episode I-The Summer Everything Changed Installment VII

Chapter VII

Invitations & Inventions & Laser Tag &…….Little Brothers? 

I was awoken the next morning by the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly pushed.

“What time is it?” Natalie groaned as she made a sleepy transfer to her wheelchair.

“Six-thirty,” I said as I glanced at the clock.

“Make it stop!” Noel screamed. She put her hands over her ears and started to shout random things.

Chaos erupted in the Matthews house. The sound of babies wailing made me become fully awake. I heard the sound of four little feet and two big feet racing down the steps.

I heard Mr. Steve grumble as he passed the room.

“I’M COMING!” Mr. Steve shouted as the ringing started to get faster and louder.

“Charlly, its for you!” Mr. Steve shouted seconds later.

“Me?” I mumbled as I transferred from bed and into my wheelchair.

“Good Morning, Charlly,” Megan said as I passed her in the hallway. Bella gave me a smile and waved.

“Morning,” I mumbled because so far it wasn’t very good.

The roll to the door was slow. I almost fell asleep a couple of times on the minute roll to the door.

“What took you so long!” Becca Lou shotued when I got to the front door.

“Why are you ringing the doorbell at six in the morning?” I retorted.

“The-police-showed-up-at-the-B&B-and-I-overheard-them-say-they-wanted-to-speak-to-a-Robert-King,” Becca Lou said. She spoke so fast she said it all like it was one word.

“WHAT!” I screamed.

“Then-I-asked-who-Robert-King-was-and-Lou-stood-up-and-said-that-he-was-Robert-King!” Becca Lou screamed.

I was down the wheelchair ramp and on the road within seconds.

A bazillion things ran through my mind. Was Lou being arrested? Why else would the police want to speak with him? Maybe one of my grandparents had died? I remember Lou saying something about having a much younger sister. Was she in trouble?

“Charlly, have you heard a word I’ve said?” Becca Lou screamed as we past the Rivers’ cabin.

“No, sorry,” I said. “Say it again will you please?”

“Why does Lou call himself Lou if his name is Robert?” Becca Lou asked.

“You’ll have to ask Lou about that one,” I said.

When we reached the B&B, Lou’s motorcycle was still parked in the driveway. No police cars were around. I noticed that Cece Elizabeth was sitting on the porch swing.

Cece Elizabeth turned towards us when she heard Becca Lou’s frantic feet stomp up the steps.

“Girls,” Cece Elizabeth sighed, “Lou’s gone.”

**

“I’m sorry, Charlly,” Mom said after I asked her what happened for the millionth time. “Lou asked me not to tell you. All I can say is that he did not get arrested.”

I gave a frustrated sigh. It was now the afternoon and no one would say anything about what had happened that morning. All I knew was that the police came to speak to Lou, Lou grabbed his jacket, and left with them.

“I’m sure he’s coming back,” Natalie said as we rolled into the restaurant to hunt out a snack.

“You don’t know Lou,” I sighed.

“He left his motorcycle and his stuff,” Natalie said. “He has to come back for that at least.”

“Lou never cared about stuff. If he was out of there, he was out of there,” I grumbled.

“If you ask me Lou looked all most happy to go along with the cops,” Darcy said not looking up from what he was doing.

“Did you use the words happy, go along, and cops in the same sentence?” Natalie asked.

“Yup,” Darcy said as he handed Natalie an envelope.

“What’s this?” Natalie asked opening it.

“Invitations to my birthday par….celebration,” Darcy said as he handed me mine.

“You’re never to old to have a birthday party,” Natalie laughed as she took out the card.

“How old are you turning? Twenty-One?” I joked as I took my card out.

“Fifteen,” Darcy said.

“My baby is growing up so fast,” Ms. Donna said as she brought out some fruit.

“Mom!” Darcy shouted.

“What? It’s true?” Ms. Donna said.

At the same time Natalie said, “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like laser tag,” Darcy said in a surprised voice.

” You’re having a laser tag party!” I shouted as I read my invitation. “I’m in.”

“I’ve never played,” Natalie started, “but that’s not…”

“It’s real simple, Nat,” Darcy said. “You….”

“I know how laser tag works,” Natalie snapped. “If you don’t want me to come to your party, next time just say so.”

“Huh?” Darcy asked clearly confused.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Natalie said dropping the invitation on the ground. She started to roll towards the family room.

Darcy and I stared at each other for a second.

“Do you have any idea what that was about?” Darcy asked me.

“Nope,” I answered.

“I better go after her and find out what’s wrong,” Darcy said getting up. He turned to me. “I might need some backup.”

I nodded and rolled after the direction he went in.

“Natalie! Wait!” Darcy called as he ran down the driveway.

Natalie stopped, turned around, and folded her arms.

“I’m waiting,” Natalie said when we reached her.

“Look, Natalie, I don’t know what I did wrong, but….sorry?” Darcy said.

I let a snicker escape. Natalie looked at me.

“I don’t know how you find this funny when it affects you too,” Natalie said.

“How does it affect me?” I asked.

“You do realize that we can’t play laser tag right,” Natalie said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Why do we never use water guns in our fights?” Natalie asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Why do we have water balloon fights and not water gun fights?” Natalie asked.

I shrugged, but Darcy’s mouth fell open.

“Oopps,” Darcy said. “I didn’t think about that.”

“Now, I’m confused,” I said.

“Charlly, in order to fire a laser gun you need both hands free. One to pull the trigger and the other to push a button to make it fire. We are also slower than everybody else. We would be the easiest targets,” Natalie said. “We would probably never get to fire because we’d be waiting to be risen from the dead so many times.”

“Oh….,” I said understanding.

“We could play as teams!” Darcy shouted. “You guys could be on a team together and….”

“Nice idea, Darcy, but…,” Natalie started but her eyes landed on a taxi that was coming down the street.

I nearly fainted as Lou and a little mini-Lou got out of the taxi.

**

“I can’t believe you never told me you had another kid!” I shouted.

Lou cringed a little. He was searching for the words to say.

“I thought it’d be a nice surprise,” Lou said.

“You thought finding out that I have a for year old half-brother would be a nice surprise?” I asked.

“Yes….,” Lou said as if he was unsure of what to say.

I grunted and folded my arms. My eyes caught sight of Becca Lou and Mini-Lou, who’s real name was Jacob, playing with chalk on the B&B driveway.

Becca Lou didn’t even bat an eye when she found out that Mini-Lou was our half brother. She just took his hand and asked if he wanted to play with chalk or a ball.

“Look, Lottie, I didn’t know he existed until six months ago,” Lou said. “Trying to get full custody is why I didn’t come to see you right after I got out of rehab. When your Mom found out about him….”

“Wait! Mom knew that you had another kid with another woman?” I asked.

Lou nodded tentatively.

“Your Mom and Laz put in a good word for me,” Lou said. “The police came by this morning and told me that Jacob’s mother was arrested for DWI last night.”

“DWI?” I asked.

“Driving will intoxicated,” Lou said. “The blood work showed she was three times over the legal alcohol limit and was rather high.”

“Wasn’t that what you were arrested for?” I asked. Lou nodded.

“But I’m trying to change my life around. I hope some day she does,” Lou said.

I started to roll away. I was so mad at Lou at that moment. A nice surprise? Who in there right mind would think that suddenly finding out you have a new sibling would be a nice surprise?

“Love ya, Lou Pa,” I said just so we didn’t leave on too awful of terms.

“Love ya, Charlly Lottie,” Lou called.

I slammed the door way harder than I meant too. The sound of the door got Becca Lou and Mini-Lou’s attention.

“Come over here” Mini-Lou hollered. I rolled over to where they were drawing partly amused.

“Do you like to play?” Mini-Lou asked me.

“Sure,” I shrugged.

“Do you like to draw?” Mini-Lou asked.

“Sure,” I shrugged.

“Then this is the PERFECT game for you!” Mini-Lou shouted. He threw up his hands causing the piece of chalk in his hands to land on the ground and break.

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I gave him a smile.

“Charlly feels like she’s too old to do chalk and play games,” Becca Lou said.

“Oh,” Mini-Lou said.

“It doesn’t look like there’s going to be a water balloon fight today,” I said transferring from my wheelchair to the ground. “I guess I can do some driveway coloring.”

“We’re drawing this town!” Mini-Lou shouted. “I saw a sign with a snowman on the way here and Mr. Lou says that there’s a statue of an elk here too!”

I spent the rest of the afternoon drawing buildings, clouds, and elks.

**

“Tada!”

I stared at the invention that Darcy was so proudly displaying to Natalie and I. If you asked me the thing looked like a double pair of underwear.

“Please tell me that is not underwear,” Natalie said.

“It is not underwear,” Darcy said. “I made it out of some strong fabric that Jaci gave me.”

“You sewed that?” I asked.

“With some help from Jaci,” Darcy blushed. “Ok a lot of help.”

“Put your underwear back on! You’re in a public place where people eat!” Mini-Lou shouted as he walked into the restaurant with Lou not that far behind.

Darcy burst into titters and Natalie and I started to giggle.

“Not wearing your underwear is no laughing matter,” Mini-Lou said as Lou ordered for them.

That only made us laugh more.

“Ok, if its not a strange looking pair of underwear what is it?” Natalie asked as she tried to stop laughing.

“Let me demonstrate,” Darcy said. He put his legs through two of the legs slots.

“You look ridiculous,” Natalie giggled.

“Your about to look ridiculous too,” Darcy said. “Lou can you help me with something?”

“Sure,” Lou shrugged. He walked up to where we were standing. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you pick up Natalie and put her in the back of this thingamajig?” Darcy asked.

Lou gave a slow nod.

“One, two, three!” Lou shouted as he picked Natalie. He put her in the sling.

“This is fun!” Natalie laughed as Darcy walked around the room with er attached to him.

“I made another one for you too,” Darcy said to me as he helped Natalie back into her wheelchair.

“So how does this slow our problem?” I asked.

“Some one on your team will carry you on their back. They’ll be your legs,” Darcy said.

“Oh,” I said nodding. “That’s actually a pretty good idea.”

“So are we good?” Darcy asked Natalie.

“More than good.” Natalie smiled.

**

I tried to hold my breath. The enemy was approaching. Clueless that I and my partner were hiding behind a barrier.

“Ready?” Leo whispered.

“Ready.”

We aimed our laser beams on our target and fired.

“Not again!” Virginia screamed.

“Ha!” Leo shouted. We ran from our hiding place.

“Gotca!” Natalie shouted as she pointed her beam at my shoulder.

“I’ve been hit!” I said all dramatically.

“Hey!” Natalie shouted as Leo shot her and Darcy.

“Let’s get outa here!” I shouted. Leo ran up the ramp.

“A ha!” Yule shouted. He took out Leo.

“Cover me while I recover!” Leo shouted as he ran in zigzags.

“Stop!” I whispered. I could see Matt trying to hide behind a barrier. I aimed and fired.

“Who did that!” Matt shouted.

I silently giggled.

“Not so fast!”

Leo turned, which was a bad move because Bennet took him out.

“Seriously, man! I just recovered!” Leo shouted. Bennet smiled, but his smile turned upside down when I took him out.

“It’s no fair! You guys get attached backup!” Benent shouted. “Well, I’m a paraplegic! I should be on somebody’s back!”

Leo ran away before Bennet could take another aim at him.

“Capow!” Mini-Lou shouted as he waved his gun in the air like a maniac.

“AH!” Leo shouted. He ran right into Lou.

“Sorry, son,” Lou said. He took the both of us out.

“Dad!” I shouted.

“Sorry, Lottie,” Lou said. “Hey! Who got me!”

Becca Lou gave a mysterious laugh.

“Thirty seconds!” Someone called out.

We all ran off in different directions.

As we ran, I managed to get Noel and Emily.

“Say bye-bye.”

I groaned as Noel got her revenge.

“Time’s up!”

The lights in the room turned back on. What seemed like hundreds of people emerged from behind barriers and out of nowhere.

“That was awesome!” Jessie-Maria shouted.

“I can’t believe I actually hit somebody,” Jaci said as we pilled out of the room.

“I wonder who won,” Darcy said as he put Natalie back in her wheelchair.

“Me of course,” Leo said helping me into the wheelchair.

“Let’s see,” Regina said looking at the score board. “That’s not fair!”

“What’s not fair?” I asked.

“Charlly, got the most hits!” Regina shouted. “And Natalie got second. Darcy third and Leo fourth.”

“All right!” Leo said as he high-fived Darcy.

“You guys had backup!” Regina shouted. “It should be illegal!”

“Illegal?” Lou laughed as he tried to get the laser gun from Mini-Lou’s hands.

“Well at least against the rules,” Regina said crossing her arms.

“There are different rules for paraplegics,” Natalie said as she got her sheet.

“Not all paraplegics,” Bennet joked.

“I don’t care!” Nelson shouted. “I just want to do it again!”

“Again!” Everyone shouted excitedly.

 

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My Crazy Life: Episode I-The Summer Everything Changed Installment VI

Chapter VII

Forgiveness & Love

I thought in space I would be safe from him, but at the moment space seems like the least safe place in the universe.

Sure a war is going on on earth, but at least he isn’t there. At least the man that made my and my mom’s life miserable isn’t there.

I’m tempted to go back to the Asteroid Inn to make sure he’s still there or at least call and check. But even if I called I’d have to apologize for screaming at him and my mom and I don’t feel like even being around anyone right now. I’m in a place were nobody would ever find me. I’m hiding in the panic room of the Stevenson’s starfighter. I don’t even know why starfighters come built with panic rooms. You flee to the panic room when you’re about to die. Why not just die in the cockpit instead of this pitch black empty room is beyond me.

The only light in here is the small glow of my computer. My wheelchair takes up most of the room in the panic room. It’s starting to feel hot in here and the oxygen is starting to feel stale. But I don’t care. Its quiet in here except for the soft hum of the computer working. Anywhere else in the floating space house the sounds of machine running and people just living life would keep me from my thoughts. My thoughts aren’t good ones right now, but sometimes a girl just wants to be alone with her thoughts.

I might as well write down my thoughts so whoever finds me in here passed out from oxygen depletion can see what was on my mind and what drove me to hide out in the panic room.

My thoughts are these: Why did Mom ask him to come? Why did he come and what are his intentions? Would he try to smooth talk Mom to get back with him? He’s gotten so good at smooth talking and lying that even I can’t tell whether what comes out of his mouth is a truth or a lie. Would Mom leave Laz for him? I mean Laz’s not my favorite person ever but he’s a million times better than he. 

I haven’t see him for almost six years. He called every chance he got while he was in jail. I like to believe it was pure boredom that drove him to call us. Our conversations were always the same. He’d ask me about school, about my friends, and if there were any boys he needed to talk to. I don’t know what he said to Mom or even the words of the short cooing he would say to Bec, but every time Mom talked to him she went some place dark and Bec always shined.

After he got out of jail the calls came less often until two years ago they just stopped. I personally didn’t mind. The talks were always creepy and uncomfortable. Every time I got off the phone with him I would secretly pray that he would stop calling–even before I came to believe that God was real. 

I guess I always knew God was there. I’ve just always had a hard time believing that He was there for me. But the verse about him being the Father to the fatherless is what hooked me. No matter how hard Laz may try, he will never be my father. Even if Lou finds a way to lie into my heart, he will never be my father. But I am not fatherless and I’m not even alone at this moment. God is here with me and He’ll never leave. 

Then why does it feel like I’ve left Him on earth?

**

I woke up gasping for air. My laptop was the only light in this strange room I was in. The words stared back at me. I remembered writing them, but I didn’t remember when. All was quiet. I didn’t even hear a wail of a baby. Where was I?

I used the light of my laptop to find my way to the door. The door only lead to a much smaller room. My face rubbed up against another door. I fumbled for the doorknob and when I did light assaulted my eyes. All the sounds of the Matthews house were thrown into my ears at once. A yelp escaped my lips.

I rolled around to find that I had really been in a panic room. Drury Hall’s panic room which was hidden inside an unused coat closet. How I had found such a private room in my state of distress I don’t know, but I was glad I had found it. I felt refreshed and renewed.

But all my problems were still there. Lou was probably still in Florida and the burden of having to apologize for calling him a ‘boldfaced liar’ and ‘the only person I’ve ever wished dead’ was still there. I tried not to replay the scene in my mind. I also let it rip at my mother before rolling off as fast as I could.

“Look who decided to show her face.”

I stared at Matt wondering what in the world he was doing sitting in a chair in the middle of the Matthews’ hallway reading a book.

“Matt, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Waiting for you,” Matt said like I should have known that. “Noel told me I’d find you in here, but when I opened the door you were asleep.”

“And what do you want with me?” I asked folding my arms.

“You really hurt Lou’s feelings,” Matt said. “He cried.”

“He WHAT!” I shouted. Lou never cries. Never ever. He rarely ever even shows his true emotions. I couldn’t have possibly made HIM cry.

“Cried as in shed tears of sadness,” Matt said. “He didn’t have a weeping fest, but I saw some tears splash out his eyes as you rolled away like a mad woman.”

“I was a mad woman,” I said. My joke felt flat. Matt only got tighter.

“What you said was really mean, Charlly. All the man wants is a relationship with his daughter,” Matt said. “I know you don’t know this, but your mom and my dad helped get Lou into rehab. They sent him to a Christ-based addiction treatment rehab. Lou’s waited two long years to finally be able to be a real dad to you and Becca Lou and all you do is yell poison soaked words at him.”

“I don’t you need you to play sibling parent,” I snapped.

“Charlly, I would give anything to see my mom again,” Matt said in a low, sad voice. “I get two phone calls a year–on my birthday and on Christmas. Dad and I receive a Christmas card every year. She doesn’t even write a personal inscription. It always says in computer font “Mike, Patrica, and Nicole wish you a happy holiday.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” I asked. “I haven’t spoken to Lou in two years! I never received a birthday present or a Christmas card!”

“But there’s a big difference,” Matt said. “Anyone with ten percent of their brain can see that Lou cares and loves you an Becca Lou. I would do anything to know that my mom really loved me. She enjoys her life without me. She has the stable husband she’s always wanted and the perfect little daughter she wouldn’t even let herself dream about. And I have to admit that I enjoy my life without her. I don’t think you enjoy life without Lou. I know your just dying to go down to the B&B and roll right into Lou’s arms.”

I tried not to cry. I really did. But tears followed out my eyes like a river. For the first time ever, Matt willingly hugged me and wiped away the tears.

“Charlly, it’s never easy to apologize especially when you know you’re going to get punished, but coming from a guy who’s had plenty of experience in the forgiving depart, saying and actually meaning the words “I forgive you” is a lot easier than walking around with the boulder of forgiveness on your shoulders and saying the words “I hate you.”

I stared at Matt in pure amazement. That was something Laz would say at a time like this. Matt even sounded a little like Laz when he said it.

“I forgive you,” I said as I rolled towards the front door.

“For what?” Matt asked running after me.

I didn’t answer him.

**

When I rolled into the Sunshine B&B all eyes fell upon me. I looked over at Mom. I could see the reproof and harsh words forming on her lips, but Lou spoke before Mom had a chance to open her mouth.

“Lottie,” Lou said in a dry sounding voice, “before you speak I want to say something to you and I never want you to forget it. Never say sorry if you don’t mean it. Don’t say sorry to get out of trouble. Don’t say sorry because somebody’s forcing you. Saying sorry when you don’t mean it is lying. Its a flat out lie. And nobody likes to be lied to. Lottie, your mother and I have talked. You will not get in trouble for your little outburst this morning. With that being said, hate me all you want, Lottie. Just let me warn you that all hate is going to do is scorch your heart.”

I nearly had a panic attack at his words. The voice was the same, but the words weren’t. Lou never seemed to care a thing about what I did. I can remember all sorts of things I got away with that most parents wouldn’t their kids even think of doing.

It me a moment to realize that all eyes were still on me. Lou had sat back down in his seat. Some of the little kids were whispering to each other, but other than that a sound was not to be heard in the room.

How badly I wanted to be able to scream the words “I forgive you, Lou!” and hug the man to death, but they weren’t true. I still had a lot of anger and hate stacked up against Lou, but underneath all the hurt was love for the man that played a roll in giving me life.

I gulped. Could I really tell Lou that I loved him? I saw Lou sitting there waiting for some words from me. I could either say venomous words or words that would give him hope. Hope that one day we could one day forgive and forget.

I took my time rolling over to the table Lou sat at. Nobody’s eyes followed me, but their ears were listening.

I got as close as I could to Lou without rolling over his feet. His amber eyes sparkled at me. I had never seen Lou’s eyes sparkle before. The sparkling of his eyes sealed the deal for me to say the words I’ve been longing to say.

“I love you, Lou Pa,” I whispered.

Lou smiled. I hadn’t called him Lou Pa since he went off to jail and I rarely even said it before then.

“I love you too, Charlly Lottie,” Lou whispered.

And with those eleven words between us uttered, things would never be the same.

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My Crazy Life: Episode I-The Summer Everything Changed Installment II

Chapter III
Surprises & Space

For a moment nobody did anything. Mom stared at the red van in shock. Laz scratched his head and surveyed the damage from the safety of the car. Becca Lou didn’t seem to notice and kept singing along with the song. Matt looked like he wanted to laugh but he was clearly annoyed.

A man cautiously opened his door. His head turned to survey the damage before I saw his face. Laz decided that now was a good time to get out of the car.

“Hello,” Laz said with his thick drawl. even to this day I don’t know how Laz got his thick Southern accent. I know his mother was from Mississippi, but come on! The guy sounds like a true Texasan!

The man turned around. He had hazel eyes and dirty blonde hair with a hint of grey. He was wearing a faded pair of jeans and a tee-shirt about making places wheelchair friendly. For I second my brain scrapped to figure out who he was, but then it all came to me like a flood. He was Steve Matthews. The stepfather of Natalie Matthews.

“Oh my gosh!” I screamed.

“What!” Mom shouted startled.

I quickly rolled to the van door and opened it.

“Stay in the car!” Mom shouted.

At the same time I heard a woman shout, “Natalie, stay in the car!”

“Oh my gosh!” I shouted as I pointed to the girl who had just rolled out of the red van. She had long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She had on a pair of jean shorts and the same shirt as Mr. Steve had on. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought they were biological father and daughter.

“Do I know you?” Natalie asked perplexed at my sudden outburst.

“Yes…well no…you don’t know me but I know you,” I said really really fast.

A woman walked out of the van. She was wearing sweats and a Fourth of July Tee-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail and her amber eyes screamed that she was very tired. She started to get into the back seat and only then did I hear the whimpers of babies.

“You’re Riley Matthews,” I blurted.

“Yup,” Mrs. Matthews said not even looking at me.

A tall young man walked out of the van with Down Syndrome girl on his tall and a little blonde girl was on her tail.

“You’re Yule!” I squealed. “And that’s Bella and Megan. Where’s Noel?”

“At the B&B with Bennet,” Yule said. “Wait who are you?”

“I’m Charolette Lily King,” I said.

“You’re Charlly?” Natalie asked.

“Yup,” I nodded. “I love your blog.”

“Thanks,” Natalie blushed.

Matt finally walked out the van. His eyes landed on Natalie and he smiled.

“Hi,” Matt said offering his hand.

“Hi,” Natalie said shaking it. “I’m assuming your the stepbrother that wasn’t mentioned. You know Charlly I could have helped you out with annoying brothers. Yule’s not my stepbrother but he’s pretty annoying.”

“Hey!” Yule shouted in a playful voice.

A strange looking Mustang pulled up and a man with a cane got out.

“Noel changed her mind,” The man said as he opened the back seat door. “She wants to go to the triplets doctor’s appointment now.”

“We’re not going anywhere, Bennet,” Mr. Steve said. Bennet looked at the damage and whistled.

“How did that happen?” Bennet asked. “Darcy, you’ve got to see this!”

A tall black haired guy walked out the car. His blue eyes filled with shock when he saw the side.

“What happened here?” Darcy asked.

“You’re Darcy Edwards!” I squealed. “You’re cuter in person!”

“Thank you…I think,” Darcy said. His voice trailed off at the last.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Matt asked.

*

“Watch out!” I screamed as our space shuttle nearly coliaded with another space shuttle.

Laz stopped the rocket just in time. The nose of our shuttle was just inches away from the nose of the other shuttle.

Laz put on the headphones and started to chat with the people in the other shuttle. The next thing I know we’re following the shuttle and we’re at the Space Shuttle Station.

“Sorry about that,” Laz said as he shook hands with the flyer of the other rocket. “I haven’t flown in years.”

“Its all right, Larry,” The man smiled. “Its just good to have you back.”

“I’m happy to be back, Levi,” Larry smiled. “Is the Asteroid Inn still open?”

“Yup,” Mr. Levi said. “My wife, daughters, and sons are there helping out Dana. Her husband died right after you left.”

“I heard,” Laz said with a sad face. “I tried to come but-“

“We all understood,” Mr. Levi said. “We all knew you had joined the army and couldn’t make it.”

“Well, I’m out of the army now so let the space adventures begin!” Laz shouted.

He could say that again.

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My Crazy Life-Episode I: The Summer Everything Changed Installment I

Chapter I

Fictitious Flashbacks & Flowers

It all started with flowers. My epiclly insane adventure didn’t start with the rebellion or the paralyzing shot in the back that my mother’s ex-boyfriend inflicted. My adventure started with a delivery of a bouquet of flowers.

It had only been two days since I had been shot in the back; two weeks since a martial rebellion started on my home country of Earth. The hospital was flooded with people wounded from the war. The nurses neglected me and flirted with the wounded vets. My mother was too shook up to yell at the nurses, and my baby sister Bec was only four at the time.

“Special delivery for a Miss Char,” The delivery man said. In his hand was the biggest and most beautiful bouquet of flowers I had ever seen. There was only one problem. My mother, sister, and I were now connectionless and homeless. If my mom’s jerk-for-a-boyfriend was sending me flowers from jail, it was far too late.

But the flowers weren’t from him. The flowers were from a whole congregation of people. The flowers had been sent from a church somewhere in Chicago. I’d never serious thought about God and religion before my adventure. Why would God care about me? It seemed pretty clear that He didn’t. My parents had been off and on up until my Daddy went to jail. Bec had just been born and my mother wanted to spare Bec the pain of being let down by our father. The only problem with running away from Colorado was that my mother was moneyless, family less, and clueless about raising children. We hopped from state to state. Eventually my mother decided that putting and pulling me in and out of school was too much of a hassle and she started to homeschool me in our car. My mother went through boyfriends faster than Bec went through diapers. It wasn’t until my mom met Mr. Sometime-In-The-Future-I-Will-Paralyze-Your-Daughter did we really settle down. We’d been in Chicago for about a year now and I was convinced of never moving ever again.

Now back to the flowers. The card that came with the flowers only said three words. Praying for You. It was signed by a couple of people that were probably the church’s regulars.

To my mother, the card was an invaluable piece of paper and my mother only read one word on it. Hope.

Fast forward six months later. It was a rainy Wednesday and I had just been released from rehab. My mother was determined to go to the church and thank the people for the deed that felt like it had been done over a thousand years ago. My mother forced Bec and I to get out into the rain. She carried me, wheelchair and all, up the steps of the church and walked in without knocking or asking God for permission or whatever you’re supposed to do before you enter a church.

The church was small, a little bit more like a chapel. There was a bunch of old people and some little kids were sitting on the floor watching the choir sing with intense attention.

The song they were singing freaked me out a little. I heard the worlds “feeling pretty blue”, “I’d be mopping too if I was going to be digested’. They lost me at the last part. Digested? Did God digest the bad, undeserving people of the world? If He did I was about to become his dinner.

The song went on to say, “You ran from God this morning and you’re whale chow tonight!” That was the last straw. Whale chow? Did these people worship and trust their lives to a whale?! Everyone always said that Christians were weird, but I didn’t know they thought a whale created them and ran the universe.

Mom was pretty freaked out by the song. She turned to leave, but just as we turned our back the choir sang, “But! Hold on! Hang on! Not so fast you’re life ain’t over yet. See we’re hear to tell you all about a forgiveness that, You. Can. Get.”

I’m listening.

“See God’s a God of mercy. God’s a God of love Right now He’s gonna lend a helping hand from up above!” was the next line.

All of a sudden the little kids started to dance like crazy as they sang the chorus. “Praise the Lord! He’s the God of second chances!”

What happened next happened all too fast.

A man ran into the church. He was wearing camouflage and was dripping wet. A young looking man was standing next to him. My mom and his eye’s met and soon the both of them were dancing with the little children.

The boy looked at the guy with confusion. I have to say that I was just as confused at this whole thing too. Second Chances? It was nice that God gave people second chances, but I was pretty sure I was on like my tenth chance or something.

When the song was finished, the pastor explained how this song was from a movie about talking veggies and how to movie was based on the prophet Jonah. Jonah didn’t want to go to the city of Nineveh because it was so wicked. Even though he was a prophet and should have known better, he ran away from God. Long story short, he was thrown into the ocean, swallowed by a whale who was NOT God, was in there for three days praying and preventing, after three days he was vomited up by the whale, then he did as he was told and saved a bunch of people’s lives. Now one would think that Jonah would be happy that thousands of lives were saved, but no. He didn’t even believe that the people had really repented and went to see what would happen to the city. God gave him a plant even though Jonah had basically just willfully and happily bought a ticket to see murder by plopping his bottom down under the shade. But in the morning, God had a worm ate the plant and had the sun scorch Jonah to faintness. Then Jonah asked God to take his life, and God gave him the best scolding ever.

“Do you do well to be angry for the plant?” God asked.

“Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die,” Jonah said.

 “You pity the plant, for which you did not labor, nor did you make it grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night. And should not I pity Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know their right hand from their left, and also much cattle?” God asked.

That verse really hit me. God cared about the people of Nineveh! God even cared about the cattle! Surely, the people of Nineveh had to have been on their millionth chance for Jonah to want to run away from his God given duty. If God pitied Nineveh surely he pitted me.

The pastor then went into another story about how God sent his only Son, Jesus Christ, to the earth to die for US! And all I had to do was believe and trust in Him.  I didn’t have to do a bunch of stuff before He decided to love me. He knew before I was even born. He loves me the way I am, zits and all. On that very spot, I asked Jesus to come into my heart. My mother broke down weeping and accepted Christ. Bec not wanting to be left behind screamed that she believed everything the preacher man had said and wanted Christ. And then the strange man also accepted Christ. The boy with him just stood by the door waiting to leave.

We all pilled out of the church at the same time. The man walked us to our chair and just before taking off Mom asked the man a question.

“Do you really believe in second chances?” Mom asked.

“All I know is that I’ve gotten more second chances than a man deserves,” The man said in with a thick drawl, “and I just received another one in that church.”

The man turned to go but he stopped halfway through and turned back around.

“By the way my name is Larry Stewart, but everyone calls me Laz,” The man said. “And this young man is my son, Matt.”

“I’m Jennifer,” Mom said holding her hand out. “And the two girls are my daughters, Char and Bec.”

They shook hands and the rest is history.

Two years later they were standing at the same alter they both accepted Christ at. Laz was now a working fireman and my mother now owned a boutique in Chicago. There lives had changed significantly in the past two years, and on that day their lives-and their children’s-were about to change even more. They were promising to be together forever, they were vowing to love each other through whatever, they were getting married.

The two of them had tried hard to include us in their ceremony. We were all holding hands at the alter. Bec and I were on Mom’s side, and Matt was on his father’s side. We were vowing to be a family, and that was a vow I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep. You can learn a whole lot about someone in two years and I knew all I wanted to know about Matt Stewart. He’d been born in space which was where his father had also come from. He was also the most annoying, self absorbed stepbrother in the entire galaxy. And not to mention that fact that he walked like a chicken.

Our family vows were to be tested on the first day of summer. Laz received a call from space. He is uncle had just died and he was needed back in space. Mom and Laz had been talking about moving to space for a while. The rebellion on Earth was getting more destructive and bloodier by the minute. I had hinted that a move would not be in our best interest considering I’ve done more moving than any normal thirteen year old girl should have done. I think I could get used to bombs every night and bullets every morning.

But I guess Laz could not because a week later we were in a space shuttle, flying into the unknown. Why God-

“Earth to Charlly!”

Chapter II

Silly Songs, Squirrels, and a Snowman Sign 

I looked up from my laptop. Laz was looking at me. Instead of being in a cramped space shuttle, I was in a spacious wheelchair van. Sadly, we weren’t flying into the unknown, but instead we were driving into the unknown. It had been a little over a week since that phone call that tested our vows had been made. Laz was being given some land back in his hometown. Mom and Laz decided to make a ‘road trip’ out of it. So far we’ve been to the Creation Museum, visited Philadelphia, and spent a weekend in New York City.

“Earth to Charlly! Earth to Charlotte Lily!” Laz repeated,

“Huh?” I asked. “What is it?”

“We’re changing CDs,” Mom said in a weary voice. “We’ve just finished my choice of Mandisa. What shall we play next?”

“Veggie tales!” My little sister Becca Lou shouted.

“Not again!” I shouted. “We’ve only played one Francesca Battistelli CD the entire trip!”

“Newsboys!” Matt shouted.

“Can we pwlese listen to Veggie tales?” Becca Lou asked in her baby voice. She held up her 25 Favorite Silly Songs CD.

Laz reached back and got the CD from Becca Lou. I quickly put my headphones on before the Water Buffalo Song drained my brain of all its creativity. As I over read the first chapter on my new book, I realize that Char’s life is much like mine, only more futuristic. About ninety-nine percent of that chapter is true. I hadn’t meant to do that on purpose. The words just came to me. I click the SAVE AS button and rename it:  My Crazy Life- A Fictitious Diary: Episode I.

<sidenote> Sorry! I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Charlotte Lily ‘Charlly’ Ruth King. Some of you might remember the email I sent to Natalie. Well now it’s my turn to tell a story. As you might remember, I am a T12 paraplegic; I’m thirteen years old, and a wannabe nurse who occasionally writes science fiction<sidenote>

Matt pulled one of the ear buds out of my ear. I would normally yell at him for doing something so annoying, but the dreaded track number ten of the silly songs CD is playing and I must put an end to the tragedy to human that was about to be committed.

“Please don’t!” I shouted. “Just this once! Please don’t-”

“Barbra Manatee. You are the one for me one for me one for me. Sent from up above. You are the one I love,” Laz sang in his Larry the Cucumber voice.

Matt then started to sing the part of the jerk manatee Bill who won’t take Barbra Manatee to the dance. I put my hands over my ears and shouted trying not to let my brain get filled with silliness.

But when my part comes, I give up and say it.

“Larry…what are you doing?” I said in my Bob the tomato voice.

“Just watchin’ a little TV…..Bob,” Larry said.

“Well….maybe you should read a book,” I groan. Becca Lou burst out laughing. That line gets her every time even though she’s six years old now.

“Look kids!” Laz shouted as he points to a sign.

The sign only says three words. Welcome to Florida.

“We HAVE to stop here!” I screamed. Laz took his eyes off the road and looked at me.

“We are stopping here,” Laz said. “This is our new home!”

“What!” I screamed.  What happened next happened all too fast.

“Watch out!” Mom screamed. Laz swerves the miss a squirrel, but somehow he didn’t see the huge red van coming out way. Laz slammed right into the side of the van.

Great.