a Aston Martin DB7 GT.”

“Oh”

“Oh?”

“I don’t care what kind of car it is I just got two freaking cars! No not one but two! Dad you are the bestest Daddy EVER!!!!”

“Bells after everything I did you deserve this and so much more how can I ever make it up to you?” I thought about that and came up with an answer

“You can stop beating yourself up about this that was the past this is the present and I want to live the present and get to the future but if you keep beating yourself up we can’t do that. I love you Daddy and that’s all that matters!”

“I love you too, Bells!”

So we stood there in the garage for only God knows how long. When he finally pulled away and said

“Bells I’m going to go check to see how long until dinner how about you go upstairs and get cleaned up and unpack your stuff.”

“Ok, Dad.”

So we both went our separate ways I went up to my room and surprising I didn’t trip. Crap I spoke to soon I tripped on the last stair and my dad came running to see if I was ok and I said I was fine and that it’s nothing new I just have two left feet and I heard him try to muffle his chuckles but I could still hear him. Once I finally got up to my room I opened the door and run—well as fast as I could without tripping—and jumped on my bed. It was the softest bed in the world. I love my room! I can’t wait to show it off but to who maybe I’ll make friend when I go to school tomorrow. I hope so but then again who wants to be friends with someone as plain as me. I’m going to stop that thought right there because I don’t want to think about that and because button four on my box was blinking. I went over to the box and pushed and held button 4 and my dad’s voice came over the speak and said

“Bells dinner will be ready in 5 minutes”

“OK dad thanks I’m going to get cleaned up then I’ll be down.”