Live?Love?Trust?! by Crasanda (management books to read .txt) 📖

was nice coming back home. I could see my shadow from before, leaving my parents behind and darting into the airport. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It's not going to be bad. Just visiting. Not going to stay here for more than two days. Going to go back to Ireland, soon. Hopefully. I walked towards the escalator dragging my four wheeled suitcase behind. I had packed for no more than two days so that would stop me from staying here longer. I reached the bottom floor and walked towards the Luggage area where Justin said he would waiting for me. Justin's a great friend. The kinda friend you want around all the time. He's caring but a trouble maker. If I could, I would stuff him into my luggage and take him back with me to Ireland. My new blackberry rang, with Electric by Shawn Desman as my ringtone. I changed it every week. I pulled it out of trench coat's pocket and answered it. "Hello?" I said, still walking towards the exit. "Hey, Swift. Where are ya'?" he asked me. I looked up at the sign to see where I was. "Um, Exit C." I answered stopping. "Cool. I'll pull over there." he cursed and honked his car's horn. I smiled. I didn't want to show off my perfect white teeth. When I had left two years ago, I had recently gotten braces. I got them taken off two months ago. I was two times the charming as I was before. I walked outside to see a Mustang GT and Justin leaning against it. He smiled at the sight of me. "I see you got the Irish swag on. Suits you." he observed as I walked a bit more closer to him. I hugged him and he hugged me back. "You got the smell, too." he added. I laughed. He put my suitcase into the trunk and we hopped into his ride. We drove away from the airport quickly. "Your mom was excited to hear you were coming back." said Justin breaking our awkward silence. "I'm scared." I said shaking my head nervously. I was ready to face my mom but not my dad. My dad- he was Aidan's dad's friend. They were both the chiefs- which is weird because they were supposed to be only one. My dad was somebody to be scared of. After all, he was MY dad. Never underestimate dads. Never. "You're Irish accent is even more scarier in person!" freaked out Justin. I had an Irish accent? I never knew I did. I always wanted one. "Do you notice something different about me?" I asked grinning to show off my perfect teeth. They were something to show off. "Everything's different about you. You've...changed." shrugged Justin. I rolled my eyes. He had ignored my perfect, white teeth. My stomach fluttered as we got closer to my street. I wasn't prepared for this! Why did I even agree! I nervously stepped out of Justin's car when he stopped the car on my driveway. I felt like I was an orphan meeting my birth parents for the first time. I took a deep breath and commanded myself to relax. Pretend that nothing ever happened and you're coming home from a camp or something. I thought to myself. I pulled my bag out of the back trunk and walked up my doorsteps. The welcome mat was still there welcoming me back. I wondered how my mother would look after two years. Would she still be kind and polite? My stomach was full of butterflies, they were violently fluttering their wings, threatening be even more insistent. The door opened. A warm face I've seen before greeted me. "Mom." I said biting my lip to keep myself from crying. "Swift!" my mother broke into tears and pulled me into her arms. I could feel Justin's awkward presence on the lawn. It made me laugh in happiness and joy. My mother let go of me but held me by my arms. "Where have you been? Where did you go, Swift? Where did you live?" I shook my head and wiped away my mother's tears. "I'll tell you everything. Where's dad?" I asked her looking behind her, hoping to find my dad's stubborn old face. "He's at work, dear. My, you have changed. Your clothes, your accent, your smell, your face- and your teeth!" I looked back at Justin opening my mouth to let him see my teeth. He winked at me. I hugged my mom again. It felt like heaven. It was true a mother's presence can only be recognized if you stay away from her for a long time. You can only thank her love if you're away from her. You can always thank her no matter where you are. "You didn't answer me, mom. Where's dad?" my mom frowned. "He's gone to work,dear. You come in." my mother dragged me inside, along with Justin and my luggage. Justin closed the door behind us as we made our way towards the living room. I looked around. Everything had changed. The walls were painted pale yellow with new paintings and a new modern clock was up. I felt like I was stepping into the
future from the past. "Where's Julious?" I asked. "He's gone to his friend's house. They're going to some football game." explained mom. I wasn't surprised. Julious always made entries at the wrong moment but usually the dramatic one. Mom pointed me towards the sofa like I never knew where it was. The house phone rang. Mom hurried to pick it up. The caller mumbled a few words with her and she mumbled some back and then they both hung up. Justin sat uncomfortably beside me. "This is awkward." I whispered in his ear. He nodded and bit his lip. He was still not used to me being changed which made me feel like an alien on Earth. "So, honey. Where have you lived for the past years?" asked my mom sitting down in front of me and Justin. "Um, Ireland." I said. My mom wrinkled her nose in disgust. "So that's where you got your accent from. I thought you might be living in Britain." she laughed. Me and Justin fake laughed. We weren't very happy at the moment. More like feeling awkward. "Actually, I lived in Britain for a while, too. I just decided I liked Ireland better." I corrected her. My mom grinned. "British girl, eh? Well, I knew I was going to have a British mate in my family one day!" my mom broke into laughter. Justin fake laughed with her. I just sat there smiling like a dork. My mom had a bad sense of humor. "So what did you do for a living back in Ireland?" I sat there star struck for a minute. "I was..." my mom hated the idea of having me play sports. "I was a football- soccer player for my city's team." my mom frowned. Justin checked his watch. "Um, I've got to go. I'll call you later, Swift." I hugged him and he hugged me back. "Bye Mrs. Wilson." said Justin with a nod of his head. My mom waved at him and he left, with the front door closing softly. I don't why I was behind Miley for revenge. I should've left with Justin. He probably has a girlfriend now but I respect him as a friend. "A nice boy, isn't he?" asked my mother smiling. I nodded and smiled. Justin was nice. My mother hurried and sat down beside me. "How has your love life been?" snickered my mom. She loved talking about guys and acted as if she were a teenager in this matter. "Well..." I began. My mother got excited. "Back in Ireland and Britain..." I said slowly. My mother was literally almost jumping up and down. "There was this one guy..." I continued. My mother held my arm. "He was interested in me..." I boasted. "And-" my mom interrupted me. "What does he look like?" she asked exasperated. "He has messy dark brown hair and it's windswept. So he has like flippy hair but it's like windswept to the left and stays there. He has gray, stormy eyes." I shrugged. My mother almost died. "So, his name is Coilin.*pronounced coh-lin irish names are confusing* and he liked me for a while." I told her. At the moment of Coilin's name echoing through the house, I remembered his lips on mine. "You mean you turned him down or he turned you down?" asked my mom. I pulled out my phone and showed a picture of him and me on the phone. "Awwwww." commented mom annoyingly. She grabbed my phone from my grasp and stared down at the picture smiling. "You slept with him?" my mom asked me. My eyes widened. "No! That's irrevocably disgusting! I don't want to lose my virginity yet." I shuddered at the thought. That would be disgusting. Me and Coilin? That's just wrong. We're only friends. Well we were more than friends before, now we're just friends. "So, he had to move away and told me all this gibberish and we had to break up. But we're still in touch." I explained to my mom. "I would've had such cute grandchildren. Black hair and big gray eyes. Dark brown hair and green eyes." my mom sighed. I shuddered at the thought of our children. Once I was over with somebody, I treated them as a friend. Only in one light. Well, that is except for one person. "So is there any other guy?" mom asked me handing me the phone back. "No, not really." I answered checking my messages for any from Justin or Coilin. Unluckliy, the luckly leprechauns had turned me down. There were no messages from them. This was going to be a lonely evening with mom.
Six Flags

I clambered up the stairs after my mom, hoping that my room was the same with everything left there, as the day it was when I left. I followed mom into my room with everything upside down. My room was not my room. It was painted pink with purple curtains and everything else purple. The dresser was purple with matching pink handles, the study desk was purple glass, the bed set was purple, pink and white checkered. I gulped. My lime green and sky blue room was a royal disaster. I wanted to see dad badly. I turned around to face my mom. "Where's dad?" I asked the second time in the day. "He'll be arriving shortly." said my mom locking her fingers together, across her chest. "Can I have his number?" I asked. Now I was the one who was asking the questions. I handed my phone to mom and she typed dad's number in. She handed it back to me. "Chief Wilson speaking. How may I help you?" picked up a gruff voice. "D-d-dad?" was all I could manage to say. "Julious, if you're playing a prank again, I'll see you when I come home." threatened my dad. "It's n-not Julious." I gulped. I had never been so afraid of my dad, ever. "State your business, citizen."