Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I cooked breakfast, packed lunch, did my morning hygiene routine, and dropped Ellie off at school.
After that, I headed to the bakery, which is located Vespucci Boulevard just around the corner from the Mission Row Police Station, ironically. When I enter the bakery, I am greeted by my young co-workers; there are some high schoolers as well, who come after school. I greet them back, and enter my office, where I start doing some paper works, and handle some delivery orders from cops, 24/7s, and such.
While doing my work, I turned on my small tv to listen to something while doing my work, until I hear something that causes me to stop, and have a sickening feeling in my stomach.
"You forget a thousand things everyday. Make sure this is one of em."
The pen falls from my hands, my eyes widen. "No fucking way...there's no way....Michael?" I immediately recognized that...corny shit. Michael Townley...my friend used to say this.
My most fresh memory of this was when...it was quite funny for a few days at the time, when I was over at his house with the others, and I walked in on him accidentally shaving his asshole. We locked eyes and he said, "You forget a thousand things everyday. Make sure this is one of em."
Yeah, to me it was funny as fuck, but he couldn't look in my eyes for a few days after that. I bet him and Amanda couldn't even do the deed for a while because of that. Haha.
Though, why he shaves his butthole while we were over? Fuck do I know. He was a bit weird as well.
But, back on the topic, seriously, I know for a fact, that Michael robbed that place. There's no one else that I know of, who would use that same corny shit.
I shake my head and try not to think about it. It must be a coincide-
No way. It has to be him. I think for a second before opening my Lifeinvader profile.
My profile picture is me with Ellie, in the background is Vice City Beach, where we were on vacation a year ago. I also posted 10 pictures, which were only of Ellie or her and me together.
Why have I opened Lifeinvader? Well...
Typing...Tracey.
Suddenly, a bunch of, tons of profiles came up, so I started searching. When I last saw her, she was 13, and I do know that 9 years have passed, but she can't change that much.
After hours of searching, while working and helping co-workers, I found someone that looks like her. Tracey De Santa. Then I looked at her friends, and I found a Michael De Santa, Amanda De Santa, and James De Santa. Jimmy looks similar to the 11 year old boy I knew, and damn, the parents are Amanda and Michael. Do I need more proof? The parents also posted pictures of their kids when they were kids.
Michael...is alive. And if he's alive, and Trevor is alive as well; and if there's a chance that Trevor heard the corny line...he'll come and find Mike. There's just no way that he won't.
What do I do? Do I locate him? Should I berate him for betraying Trevor and me? After all he was my friend, and I was devastated at his death. I mourned him on his funeral alongside of Amanda...that bitch, I hugged her while she cried, but she was on it as well. THOSE TWO ASSHOLES!
How dare they?! Mike...Trevor was right. He turned into a softie. When his kids started to grow up, he changed too much. He became paranoid all the time, didn't want me and Trevor around...I should have known...I should have seen it.
Michael...Can't imagine what will happen if Trevor happens to find out you're alive.
After a bit of consideration, I decide to message Tracey.
[Hello, Tracey! I don't know if you remember me, but I was friends with your dad when we lived in Ludendorff.]
I messaged her, and waited for her to respond while I left, as my shift ended. I drived back home in my Zirconium Stratum, a 4 seater sedan, an all wheel drive (40F/60R), with a top speed of 168.58 km/h, and it is colored graphite.
I picked up Ellie from school, and on the way home, she happily talked about her day, which lifted my mood up.
Back home, I started cooking, some Fajita Parchment-Baked Chicken. While cooking, Tracey replied to me.
[Hi! Oh wow, yeah I remember you! Auntie Sarah, how you've been?]
[I can't believe you remember me...tomorrow is a day off for me, do you want to meet up?]
[Well...that's a bit sudden]
[Yes, sorry. I guess you don't want to meet up with someone you haven't met for 9 years.]
[It's not like that.] She said, then continued, [you know what, let's meet up.]
[Great! Come to 1561 San Vitas St, Apt 2 tomorrow, around 16pm tomorrow. Is that okay with you, honey?]
[Uhu. But, honey?]
[Haha sorry. That's how I used to call you when you were little.]
We chatted for a while, even through texts I could tell she was a bit awkward, but I kept the conversation going. Eventually, I said her good night.
I served dinner to me and Ellie, and ate my tasty dinner. Man, years of experience in kitchen does wonders.
After dinner, we went and brushed and flossed our teeth, took a shower, and went to bed. I tucked her in, and I went to sleep as well. But before sleeping, I watched 2 episodes from the series called Pervert Stare..what a weird show, but I strangely enjoy it.
I wake up at 6:30, and start making breakfast and lunch for Ellie to eat in school. We get ready, I drop her off at school, and go to work. I do my everyday routine. Again, though, some young adults tried and flirt with me, which caused me to smile flattered. It's kinda cute when they try so hard. I mean, I'm not even that good looking, but I guess, I do look better than most women my age. Though, we are in the years where everyone is doing plastic surgery; which is absolutely dumb.
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