~Fourteen years and some months later~
I sat down on the sofa placed in front of the television in my apartment and stared at the screen. “Why can’t they have any good programs?” I repeated. I grabbed the remote from next to me and began switching channels. On the fifth change an interesting picture caught my eye, “Tom Cruise” I whispered to my self staring at the picture on the screen.
I brushed a strand of my dark brown hair away form my face and sighed. “Why am I watching Tom Cruise?” I asked my self. “Because he’s hot.” I answered myself automatically. I rolled my eyes and switched channels again.
“MTV, should have something good to watch on a Sunday.” I said grabbing the TV guide of the table and scanning through it.
“The youngest member of the Backstreet Boys, Nickolas…” I heard the reporter mutter on MTV news. “Backstreet Boys….Backstreet Boys….somehow it’s all I ever hear.” I muttered to myself my face still buried in the TV guide.
I gasped as the phone began to ring causing me to jump out of my skin before I reached out to grab the black cordless phone lying on the table in my right hand side.
“Hello?” I said as soon as I pressed the talk button.
“Madison, this is Rebecca. Could you be an angel and do me a favor?” I heard my dance instructor from school ask. I sat up on my couch, “Madison.” she’ll never give up. She always called me by my second name.
“Sure Rebecca. What’s up?” I asked trying to sound normal but I knew something was up. And I don’t think I was going to like it. “Cool, can you get Kaela and head down to my office right now. You have ten minutes,” she said hurriedly.
“Okay.” I muttered before hanging up and then switching off the TV before grabbing the phone again to dial Kaela my best friend.
“Kaela!” I said into the phone when I heard her voice. “Hey Alssa. What’s up girlie?” she asked. “I dunno something. Rebecca called and said she wants us in the office in ten minutes. You go ahead since you’re not far away. I’ll take the bus and meet you there okay?” I asked her before hanging up.
I got in the shower, put on a beige knee length skirt and a purple halter-top, grabbed my bag, slipped on my slippers and headed towards school. As I sat in the bus I couldn’t help wander what in the world she wanted us for on a Sunday. I laughed as I remembered that Rebecca hated teaching on Sundays. “So, it can’t be class.” I muttered to myself as we drove on the New York City highway.
I came back to the United States four years ago when my mom passed away. She become alcoholic and was diagnosed with heart and kidney ailments and stuff. I didn’t want to live in London so I moved back to the sates. Only not back to Tampa where I lived. Although I did go back to find my past. The only key I had to my past was my best friend Nick and his family. But I couldn’t find them anywhere in Tampa. They had moved over five years ago and nobody knew where to.
So basically I hadn’t seen or heard (not that I expected to hear from him. he didn’t believe I was leaving) from Nick since that day I said goodbye to him. I sighed at the thought of finding him. It was simply – Mission Impossible.
The bus came to a stop in front of the university of New York and I got off. I pulled out my ID and showed it to the security before pushing the glass door open and walking into the building.