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Blast From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories of soap days gone by


by Lar


Chapter One

Kay wandered around her room, picking up the picture on her desk of her and her sister, Jessica. She never thought she’d be sad to not have Jess around, but ever since she left to be an exchange student, Kay had found herself becoming more lonely. But then again, she was the loner type. She barely spoke to Simone anymore, just in the classes they had together. Charity and Miguel were in their own sickening world, that Kay dared not to invade. Her father was still getting busy knowing his son Ethan, and her mother had drawn back ever since the revelation.

The only person Kay felt she could really talk to was her Uncle Hank. But that was only sometimes. They were alike in so many ways, but also so different. Kay had ambitions, Hank drifted, although it seemed as though he’d be planted here for a while. His company that he had just started was already picking up much interest. No one ever really realized his gift in photography, but now they seen it plain as day.

Sighing, she sat down at her computer, turned on her radio, and began to type an e-mail to Jessica.

Hey Jess-
How’s Germany? Sorry I haven’t wrote you in a while, been real busy with school. It just seems like my life never slows down. Ugh, I tell ya, be glad you don’t have a lot of obligations.

So, how are you? How’s your host family treating you? We all miss you a lot. Yes, even me. I have no one to talk to anymore. Simone and I barely even see each other, so I have no one to confide in, except Uncle Hank. And you. But you’re across the pond, so it’s not the same. Strange things are happening, and I don’t know what to do about them. Maybe you can help.

My ‘love’ for Miguel is disappearing I think. At the beginning of the year, I vowed to not do anything to Miguel and Charity, just hope he realized that I was his soulmate.

But now, when I see how in love they are, and how, well, ignorant he is, I’m glad he’s with her. God, can you believe I’m even saying that? It seems so, I don’t know, odd. I used to think Miguel was a god, but now I see differently. He’s no better than anyone else, not smarter or better looking, or anything. Just my former best friend. I guess that’s the saddest part of the whole thing. I really wish we’d still be friends, but I barely see him. I have no classes with him. He took all the standard classes, while I took the honor’s. We have no activities together. It’s almost like we never really knew each other.

Sorry for unloading that all on you. I just needed to do that. Vent, get it all out. You know. Feel free to do it on me anytime, I do it to you often enough.

Oh! You’ll never believe what I have to do! I have to sing, in front of like the whole school! Yep, being Student Council Pres. has it’s ups and downs. On of them carrying on that stupid tradition. Which reminds me, I need to pick a song and talk to Beth and Luis.

Another tradition, having the king and queen from ten years past or close to it chaperoning.

I’d better go do that before I forget. Write back, and tell me any suggestions you have for that song I have to do!

Luv ya lots!

Clicking on the send button, she watched the letter disappear, and quickly disconnected from the internet. She casually walked out her room and down the stairs, heading towards her car. She hopped into her 1997 Ford Taruas and drove to her uncle’s small condo on the beach.

Rapping on the door, she waited for him to answer, figuring he was in the dark room. A few minutes later the door opened, revealing Hank in the proper attire for the dark room.

"I figured you would be there. What’s up?" Kay asked, strolling in.

"Nothing much. How about you? What brings you by?" Hank responded, following her inside and stopping in his living room. The condo was small but well decorated, thanks to Beth’s help. Navy blue curtains hung over his windows, matching his navy blue leather furniture. The carpet was a light beige color matching the wood tables that complimented the wood trim of the condo.

"Two things actually. One, I wanted to know if you’d be interested in helping to chaperone the dance. I have to ask Luis and Beth and I thought having you there may help them to say yes."

"Why do they have to be there?" Hank inquired.

"Tradition. The king and queen of ten years past is supposed to chaperone the prom."

"Oh yeah, I remember that tradition. That’ll be great. But wait a minute, Beth and Luis aren’t together anymore." Hank said, realization donning his face.

"That’s not a big deal. Luis and Beth can each bring dates if the want to. The more the merrier. That’s why you being there would be nice, so they have someone their own age to talk to."

"Why not your dad?"

"Do you really think I want MY dad, the chief of police, at prom? That wouldn’t really be a big hit. Nah, I’d rather have you. Then you can tell dad that you’ll keep an eye on me or something." Kay smiled sweetly at her uncle, trying to convince him to say yes.

"Do I have to wear a tux?" Hank whined.

"Yes. But it’s only for a few hours. You’ll look fine." Kay replied. Hank paused for a moment, allowing her to doubt his answer.

"Fine, I’ll do it. But you owe me big for this." Hank relented. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" Kay squealed, wrapping her arms around her uncle’s neck.

"Hey, that’s what uncles are for." Hank laughed lightly. "I hate to break this up, but I need to get back to my pictures."

"Oh yeah, no problem. I gotta go find Luis and Beth and tell them they need to be at the dance." Kay smiled, breaking up the hug.

"Oh, you’re gonna tell Luis huh? That’ll go over big. Good luck." Hank laughed lightly as Kay walked towards the door.

"Thanks again Uncle Hank." Kay said, ignoring his comments.

"Call me with dates and times, okay?" Hank called out after her as she left the condo.

"No problem! See ya Uncle Hank!"

"Bye." He hollered after her, as she hopped into her car and started to pull away.





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