Friday, April 14, 2017

Jet Lag

"Hey," Todd put his hand on Amanda's shoulder, "We're here."

Amanda was startled awake. It was a long flight. They had to stop halfway to refuel and there was a problem at that particular airport that grounded them for a few hours.

Exhausted, Amanda practically stumbled out of the plane. Todd reached out and steadied her.

"Are you alright?" Todd asked.

"I didn’t sleep well," Amanda said. "I could sleep a few more hours." She looked up to see a familiar car drive up. It was her former foster parents.

Todd, after he grabbed one of the bags out of the trunk paused long enough to whisper in her ear, "I thought you might want some support."

He walks past her as she watches their car come to a stop.

Amanda never got close to her foster parents. Their beliefs at the time had cut them off from the rest of the world, isolating them from even those who lived in the same house.

The last time she saw them, she saw a change for the positive in them that got her curious. This should be an interesting trip.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Eastward!


Todd opened the trunk of the Uber car to take out the luggage. A man, roughly the same size as Todd seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Oh," Todd said a little surprised, "Hi there!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was sneaking up on you." The man said.

They both laughed. Amanda knew she wasn't in on the joke.

"Amanda," Todd said, "This is our pilot, Stanley Winkler."

They shook hands.

"Thanks for flying us," Amanda said, "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Stanley gave Todd a knowing glance. "It's the least I could do. Seriously, I owe Todd a lot." He said as he grabbed some of the bags and put them into the hatch.

Amanda still only had her two bags, but Todd, she noticed, had four large bags. She's seen Todd's apartment a few times, he was pretty efficient. She couldn't understand why he would pack so much for a few days.

They boarded the plane and waited for clearance for takeoff.

"So, how did you two meet?" Amanda asked.

Both of them scoffed a little.

"Well, I had a few roommates who were really into pot," Stanley began. "I tried changing dorms, because at the time, it wasn't even close to being legal. Paperwork was problematic."

Amanda nodded. Understanding bureaucracy was a perk of being a ward of the state for a few years.

"One of my roommates was stupid enough to get caught. He was one of those people who thought nothing was ever his fault and would try to blame someone else.  Never mind that he took out his joint in front of uniformed police officers, he thought that because I didn't smoke like he did, I must be against it."

Amanda scoffed. "Us vs. them."

"I know, right?" Todd responded. At that point, Stanley got the all clear and he took his plane to the sky.

When they leveled off, Stanley continued, "So when the guy got caught, he assumed that I turned him in. He ratted his roommates out and convinced them that I was the one who did it."

"At the time, I was doing a project with Todd and a few others. I had no clue what was going on. At that moment, my roommates were destroying the science buildings and tried to blame me for it. Unfortunately, the dean didn't believe me when I told him that I was with Todd. After all, the weed was in my room.

"I'm not exactly sure what happened next. I was too busy trying to convince my parents that I'm not on pot. Fortunately, they were forgiving. Forgiving and rich. If my parents didn't have the money, I bet I would have slept in a jail cell that night.

"Todd, in the meantime, I think convinced the two other roommates that I wasn't the one who ratted them out and it was in fact, the first roommate. They felt guilty enough to turn themselves in and explain everything. If it weren't for Todd, I think things would have turned out differently for me."

Amanda smiled and looked out the window. They had left late so the sun was setting.

Todd came to Stanley's rescue and now he's coming to mine, she thought.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Angry Blog Rant


2015/05/03 9:30 pm

I got a link to an onion site, but I was only able to see it once. Angry does not begin to describe how I feel right now. I work hard on something I believe in. I use my own imagination and dreams to make something work, only to find someone else takes those ideas and makes them their own.

But it wasn't even for fame. No, they didn't have the courage to use a regular blog site like the one I'm on now. It's not financially motivated as they could have easily used a blogging site like this one, or the many free set-it-and-forget-it sites. It wasn't even to show off any form of skill, unless you call making a webpage that looks like the 90s vomited up what's left of the 80s all over the screen a skill. Too bad I didn't think to get the screenshot, you could have joined me in making fun of it.

Instead, it seemed to be someone's sick fantasy to garner some followers to harass me and my friends over something that doesn't exist.

I honestly don't know what else to say. It took more effort for the people to tear apart my apartment because they were stupid enough to fall for this sicko's lies. Anyone who falls for this is an idiot. I usually don't insult people for their lack of intelligence, so that is telling.

There is no key.  There IS no key. THERE IS NO KEY!

How many times do I have to say it for the lowlifes of the world believe me? It's likely it doesn't matter. There are some people who are indeed that stupid.

In California, it's too difficult to own a firearm, so I've signed on to a Mixed Martial Art (MMA) class. I have a feeling, I'm going to need all the help I can get.

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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Staying Behind


Amanda and Trisha were at the coffee shop talking excitedly about their upcoming events. Trisha talked about her booth at the Strawberry festival.

"This is the last one," Trisha sighed, "I'll probably stick to prints and swag with what I have, then if I travel, it's because I want to."

"So a semi-retirement of sorts?" Amanda asked, "But you like to paint."

"I may pick it back up eventually," Trisha said, "but what made me realize that I should be backing off is the fact that I won't be able to travel with you two when you go to Vermont. You know, to keep an eye on both of you?"

Amanda felt herself blush. "It's still a plutonic relationship at the moment. He still has some things to work out, but to be honest, so do I."

"The whole memory thing is still bothering you?"

"Well, if it weren't for this 'key' that people keep talking about, I would be happy to be blissfully unaware of my past, but this really needs to be put to rest before someone gets seriously injured."

Trisha nodded. They both silently sipped their flavored coffee for a few minutes.

"With you and Todd gone, I have to take over," Trisha said as if it were a matter of fact.

Amanda gave her an odd look.

"I'm kidding!" Trisha said, "It's not like I know anything about managing a building."

Amanda chuckled a little, but it seemed that Trisha's sudden statement made sense.
Amanda and Trisha go out to the coffee shop. Amanda tells Trisha about her trip and she hopes that all goes well with Trisha's art show. Says that she's actually is going to take over for Todd - then laughs and says she's joking.

At that moment, everything got loud. It was as if everyone started talking at once. Trisha asks Amanda if she was okay, and it stops.

 

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Newbies


After Todd left and she got over the shock of Todd kissing her on the cheek, she decided to go and get her mail.

All the way down to the mail boxes, she thought of what just happened. Was Todd finally over the issues he had to work out? Was she over her issues enough to start a relationship?

She opened her mailbox and started to rifle through her mail. Halfway through, she realized that it seemed to be very busy. She looked up to see a few people talking to Mr. Carter. These people were as tall and bulky as he was.

She looked down the hall and she noticed a few more new faces. As she looked at some people, they turned away quickly as if they were caught staring at her.

Some of the people she saw occasionally, mostly to yell at Todd that something wasn't done to their satisfaction, and then to yell at him again because he didn't jump fast enough, were no longer there.

In the process of taking in the scene, she thought she saw the woman she had saw while getting ice cream with Trisha at the end of the hall, but when Amanda blinked, she was gone.

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Good News, Finally


Amanda was still looking at Todd. Finally, he turned towards Amanda. "It's the second time I told them to wait." He sighed "It's like they don't speak English or something."

Amanda chuckled. "I've heard rumors on how government agents can be persistent."

"Anyway," Todd said, changing the subject, "I came here to tell you some good news."

"Please tell me that you finally convinced people that there is no key!" Amanda said. She was half joking. She was already formulating a rant post for her blog in her head.

"I wish," Todd said, "Then we could put this behind us. Actually, I wanted to let you know to start getting ready for the trip to Vermont. I have a lull in jobs coming up, and I thought you might want to go."

"Well that is good news!" Amanda said. With all that has been going on, she had a new resolve for getting her memories back.

"So, are you going to tell Trisha, or am I?" Amanda said.

"Oh you two are best friends," Todd said, "You can tell her, but I think she has a few local tours to go to so she won't be able to go."

Amanda nodded. Lately, Trisha had been extremely busy with her art shows.

"So a definite date?" Amanda asked.

"Oh yes, 5 days from now," Todd said, "Don't worry about anything, this time. I got it all covered."

"I got to go," Todd said, glancing at the clock "I do have jobs right up until we leave. I'll call you a couple of days before so you can pack."

Amanda walked Todd out the door. Then he turned around, took her hands into his and looked at her.

"You are sure you want to do this again?"

"For the possibility of closure, Yes."

Todd leaned over and kissed her cheek and left.

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Men in Black Suits


Amanda was using her laptop to try to see if the conspiracy site to load. She would watch a few YouTube videos and then switch back to the website and reload it. No such luck.

Then there was a knock on her door. Amanda thought about not answering it and focused on her laptop.

The knock happened again. "Miss Conway? Amanda Conway?" a voice said from the other side.

Amanda didn't recognize the voice. She figured that it may be important, so she got up to open the door.

She swung the door open, and saw that there were two men wearing black suits and matching ties. The dark haired man was holding his sunglasses. The other man, with thinning blonde hair, was a holding a briefcase, and his sunglasses were in his shirt pocket.

"Can you be any more stereotypical," Amanda said sarcastically, "I mean gee, I would never have guessed that you worked for some government agency."

Neither smiled, but she could tell that the blonde did find it amusing.

"I'm Randall Gibson and this is my partner Paul Cohen." Said the dark haired man, "We work with the FBI and have reason to believe that the problems you've had might be related to-"

"We just need to ask you a few questions," Cohen interrupted. He looked almost exactly like the Russian president. "It has to do with your recent break-in."

Amanda nodded. "You can come in, but um," she stepped aside to let the men walk by, "I don't have any place to sit. Unfortunately, when they ransacked my apartment, they tore apart everything that had some form of stuffing.

"That's okay," Gibson said, "It will be just a minute."

"Help yourself to some coffee," Amanda said as she gestured to her Keurig.

"So, I guess I have to prove that I'm not some Russian spy?" Amanda said.

"We know you aren't a Russian spy," Cohen said, almost cutting her off.

Gibson was studying his glasses. "We wanted to know more about this mythical key that keeps popping up."

Amanda groaned and then leaned onto the counter with her head in her hands and said with exasperation, "There. Is. No. Key."

"Well we know that it's probably not a real key, " Cohen said, "Sometimes some conspiracies are based in some truth and we are trying to put the pieces together."

Amanda stood back up and scoffed, "I don't know, perhaps they have the wrong person?"

"What is going on here?" Todd had walked in. Amanda was happy to see him.

"We were just asking Miss Conway some questions," Gibson said. His demeanor changed from solemn and stern to quiet and nervous.

"And she will answer when she is ready!" Todd said. He had stressed "ready" as if he was trying to hint at something.

"It is a matter of national security," Cohen said. He wasn't as nervous. "We have reason to believe that the ones responsible…" He stopped. Todd was looking at him sternly. After a moment, Cohen nodded, "Okay, another day, then."

"If we come up with anything at all," Todd said, "we will let you know."

"What just happened?" Amanda said. Todd didn't answer. He was looking at the direction of the door.