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3:Don't Underestimate the Pawn

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Young Blood by Bea Miller
Picture of Keenan
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"Don't underestimate the power of a pawn," India says before striking down her father's king with the smallest chess piece on the board.

"That's three wins in a row," John Quail says, proud of his daughter. "Good job India."

"Thanks father," she said happily. "Do you want to play again?"

"I thought Keenan Lockhart was coming over soon to study for that anatomy test you have next week," he asked his daughter. A little relief lifted the weight of his shoulders knowing that India wasn't showing the least bit excitement in seeing Keenan.

India looked at the watch on her father's wrist, seeing it was two minutes before noon. He should be here any minute and she had totally forgot!

"Wow time went by fast," she said and helped her father move the pieces back to their appropriate places.

"Only when you're having fun and beating your old man at chess."

"Beating you is never fun father," she told him with a sneaky smile.

John Quail demanded respect for his job, being the warden of a large prison and all. It was drilled into India's head when she was younger that her father deserved respect at home also. She started to call him father years ago, hoping it would make him like her more. It only helped a little.

India and her father never spoke about what happened when she was younger. It was a silent agreement that those secrets stay locked forever in the farthest corner of the house.

All that mattered now was that their relationship was at its peak and no one could come between them again.

The doorbell rang, signaling Keenan's arrival.

"I'll get it darling," he said before disappearing out of the living room with a pat to her shoulder.

The Quails house wasn't huge by any means but it wasn't tiny either. It fit their needs perfectly; a study, an office for both of them so India could concentrate on her homework, a big enough kitchen, a library, but no trace of video game consuls or TVs. John Quail wanted to keep his daughter on the right track and not cloud her head with the media or gaming. She despised it when she was younger but as she grew older she had grown used to the silence in the house.

Keenan and John walked back into the living room having a conversation about Keenan's choice of colleges.

"Well you certainly have good choices. Did India tell you that she got into Harvard," he asked, clearly wanting to show off his daughter's great attributes.

"Really," Keenan asked excited for his friend, "that's amazing India!"

"Father," she groaned, "we haven't gotten the acceptance letter yet. Don't tell people I am when I might not."

"Might not," he spoke incredulously. "You're the valedictorian, you're a great person, you volunteer, and you're everything that Harvard would want in a student."

"Well we have yet to get the letter father so please no praises just yet," she pleaded.

John huffed before spinning on his heel and stomping out of the room. He knew his daughter was getting into Harvard but most of all he hated when she told him what to do.

"Well I'm sure you'll get in," Keenan reassured a now sulking India.

She only nodded her head sadly. "We can work in my office."