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Daddy, I Believe-Part3
Here's part 3 guys (_) (*Spencer*) ----------------------------------------------------------------**************************************************************** (\/) (o.o) (")UU(") "Daddy, I Believe-Part3" ****************************************************************---------------------------------------------------------------- Itâ??s been a couple of weeks since the news got out about Daddy, the news that Evan made up about him that is. I couldnâ??t believe anything that, that man said anymore. I was sitting outside the Chandlersâ?? household. Mama already married Evan. If your wondering what Iâ??m doing Iâ??m waiting for Daddy to come and pick me up. This is what I was wearing and what my hair looked like. Wondering why I even have it up anyways. Anyways this is how i looked: Shirt:http://rlv.zcache.com/100_tomboy_100_tomboy_tshirt-p235930187254420663qm87_210.jpg Skirt:http://www.oemclothes.com/products_img/200766221318.jpg Pants:http://www.specopstactical.com/shop/catalog/images/store/Rothco/2042.jpg Shoes:http://www.infobarrel.com/media/image/12958.jpg Hair Style:http://www.bozartpro.com/photopage1/pigtails.jpg Mama doesn't want me to go over to Daddy's but, she can get the creep over it! I want Daddy, not her! When Daddy finally came to get me, I ran right to him when he got out of the limo. I mean I actually tackled him to the ground hugging him. Me: (burring my head in his chest) Daddy! Daddy: hey, there baby, ready to go? Me: heck yeah I am, Daddy! Daddy: someoneâ??s impatient. Me: (getting up) no, I just wanna get away from this stupid house! Daddy: Abby! Me: what! Daddy: now, I told you a week ago, just calm down. Everything is gonna be okay, Baby girl. Me: (picking up my suitcase) whatever you say, Daddy. Daddy: by the way, Abby... Me: what? Daddy: nice...outfit... Me: (blushing) oh, shut up, Daddy. Daddy: (laughing) Me and Daddy got in the car and started driving off. I looked at the window of the limo. Daddy was talking to Uncle Bobby why in the limo. I was too busy being in thought about something, something I just couldn't really understand. So, me and daddy didn't really talk in the limo. When we made it to Neverland, Daddy held my shoulders and lead me into the house. I was laughing my head off while doing so. When we got in there a couple of pictures crossed my eyes. I saw some photos of me that Daddy took himself and one that a photagraper took of me when I was a baby. There was a photo Daddy took of me from when I was seven-years-old before my hair started getting all curly. Then there was one when I was 2-years-old with pigtails like I do now. And then there's the photo that Daddy didn't take of me. Also, there's one photo that Daddy took of me when I was having a really bad day. And that was the photo I showed you all to know what I looked liked. And here they are in the way I told you: Me at Seven: http://s3.images.com/huge.78.390160.JPG Me at Two: http://baby-log.com/images/2cute-girl-with-pigtails.jpg The photo Daddy didn't take: http://www.shelleykphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/DSC_1531.JPG The what I look like photo: http://gallery.photo.net/photo/5843824-lg.jpg And I looked to my other side. There was one with me, him and Kelly in the limo around the time I was 6 when I needed glasses for some strange reason. And this is the photo: http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/20090626_mj_archival_kidsincar.jpg I have to say, i miss the old days when it seemed like Daddy and I had nothing to do but be a Daddy and a Daughter to each other. Now, thanks to Evan, things are changed. Daddy has changed. He hardly even looks like he's eaten anything since this began. While I was looking at something, I felt like someone was behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Daddy. I smiled a little bit at him. He picked up the photo that was beside the limo one. He tried to smile seeing that. Daddy: why don't you ever smile anymore in your pictures, Abby. You have such a pretty smile. Like your Mama's. Me: I guess, I just don't like smiling anymore. Daddy: why? Me: it just doesn't feel right anymore. Cause of this problem. Daddy: oh, Abby, Daddy's gonna be okay. Don't even worry about that. You can smile. Me: Daddy.... Daddy: yeah? Me: it's not because of what Evan is trying to do. Daddy: then what is it? Me: me, you and Mama. Daddy: why? Me: because...we're not really all a great family. Daddy: what!? TO Be COntinued ----------------------------------------------------------------**************************************************************** Next part will be up when I get back from my Granny's house. And when I get 8+ votes. Till then, see ya guys. Love ya!!
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