Part 1
Chapter 1
I felt like I was being watched. I turned around, but no one was there. I even checked again in front of me, no one. But, in the seas, surely something had it's eyes fixed on it's next meal.
"God, Leo! Why can't you do a simple job?! I demand an answer!" The captain said. "Good for nothing bastard!"
"Sorry, Captain..." The child turned around and walked away.
"I think that was a bit harsh on the wee child, don'cha think, Marcus?" The co-captain asked with one eye open.
"Nah, he'll get over it!" The captain let out a evilish laugh.
"I thought it was wrong to let them bully you like that, Leonardo." I told the boy.
"I didn't. I think I done the right thing, actually." He nodded his head and walked off. "I don't need advice, and my name's not Leonardo, its Leo."
"Okay, Leo, see you soon." I walked towards the captain.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Miss Madison Parrol!"
"It's pronounced Parel, Mr. Marcus Seabarg."
"It's pronounced... Saberg... " his glare looked devilish.
"I know how it's pronounced, I just wanted to see that evil face so I could feel embarrassed for you..."
"What?" His face turned red.
"Who would've known you were born on this ship? And," I chuckled. "You say you built it? How old are you, like, 80 or something?"
"What?" He started turning blue.
"I bet you really 'are' embarassed right now... Okay, I'll quit... Ha, but, this isn't the last time I will get you back for what you said to Leo."
"Okay, okay, I'll stop..." He started sobbing.
"Good... Good for nothing bastard!" I turned around and puffed my curls up. My dress started to get caught on the wood and the tips of my sandals. I ignored it and went to my room.
I changed into my night gown and got in the bed. I stared at the picture of my momma and papa.
"Good night." I said to it. Tears streamed down my face as the memories as a child came into my dreams. I dreamed of me as a baby, going to Kindergarten, 5th grade, Junior High, High School...
Chapter 2
"You'll be late for school!"
"Hold on, momma! Papa, can you help me with my dress?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart!"
"Thanks!"
I had a hard time going to bed. I struggled and struggled until I forgot about it...
"Papa, why can't I go to prom?"
"Because, Madison, I don't trust you with a boy out on your own!"
"But, papa, I'm going with my best friend!"
"Only if your best friend isn't a boy!"
"She isn't! Papa, please!"
"Okay... Finally growing up... I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy or..."
I felt the last of the tears come down my face. I remembered the time...
"Momma..."
"Aww, her first steps! Let's get it on video, Johnny!"
"I already am, Viola!"
"Come to us, Sweety!"
"Dadda!"
"She'll be moving out before we know it..."
"Hopefully it's not that fast... Let's enjoy the moment while it lasts..."
"Yes..."
I stared at the roof. My diary was right in front of me.
"Momma, I'm in 5th grade, I'm way too old to be called "Sweety!"
"But, I never want you to be too old to be called Sweety..."
"I'm going to 5th grade! Momma, stop treating me like a baby!"
"Sweety?"
"I'm not your "Sweety", mom!"
"You'll always be my Sweety..."
The tears came again. I was a total jerk to my momma.
"Honey, are you there? Mommy's probably not going to come home!"
"What do you mean? Momma? MOMMA!!!!"
"Put your hands up!"
"Honey, I love you, and tell Papa I love him! I-"
"Momma... Mom...ma..."
I knew I should've told my momma I loved her, too.
"Papa, what's wrong?"
"Honey, dial... 911... For your papa..."
"Papa... Pa- okay..."
"Hello?"
"Madi..."
"Please hurry! My papa- there's something wrong with him!"
"Madi... I love you... Go to Paris to live with your Nana, she'll take care of you... I love you, Sweety..."
"I'm never... Too old to be called... Sweety..."
