#remember when i posted so many possums people started asking if they were mine

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#opossum #remember when i posted so many possums people started asking if they were mine

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What was your last facebook status? Hmm I share posts a lot and add my own captions, but I never upload my own statuses unless I’m changing my profile photo. That being said, my last post involved making fun of our military. What color is the wall in your kitchen? All our walls are white, but there’s a part of the kitchen where the lower half of the wall is made up of coral-ish tiles. Last time you were in a group shot? My best guess would be late April when we took a family photo for my parents’ 23rd wedding anniversary. Other than that, my phone tells me that the last group shot I took with my friends was taken on February 7th. Damn. Last time you dressed formally? I think it was Feb 2017 because that was the last debut I remember going to. At what age did you go through puberty? I was a bit of an early bird lol, I got my period a few weeks after turning 10.

Last time you got an xray? 2016. I needed multiple medical tests before I was allowed to enroll in my university, and it was during those tests that doctors found out I have scoliosis so I needed some X-rays done for the school to see if PE was gonna be a problem for me. What is the stupidest show on television? I don’t watch a lot of TV these days but uhhhh I never saw the appeal of reality shows that have some dating gimmick.  Do you enjoy photo editing? Nah. I’ve never understood how Photoshop works. Do you pluck/wax your eyebrows? I pluck them because of anxiety, not because of maintenance. Have you ever owned a blacklight? Sure. When I was a kid I loooooved invisible pen + blacklight kits; always thought they were the coolest thing and they always made me feel like a big badass detective haha. Do you own a coloring book? Yessssss. I’m pretty sure this blog was able to cover my coloring phase two years ago. I haven’t touched my coloring books in a while, but that just means I’ve been doing okay. And that’s a real good thing. Do you shop at a dollar store? Obviously not, but we do have stores that kinda have the same gimmick. One that I can think of is Daiso (it’s actually a Japanese chain but whatever) which sells most of their stuff at ₱88. If I need something for the short-term, I’ll sometimes get it from there. Do you do any winter sports? ...No. Which is worse: Snakes, Scorpions or Spiders? I’ll go with scorpions, because I had an uncle who kept this scorpion figurine and always told me scary stories about them, so for the longest time I’ve associated scorpions with danger and venom and just generally the feeling of being scared of them. Is there an attic and/or a basement in your house? We have neither.

Do you own duct tape? My parents probably have a roll in their room but I have no reason to have one of my own. Do you own a jack knife? Nope. When was the last time you ordered something online? November. I was buying Christmas presents.

Have you ever been bitten by a tick? No, but they’ve walked on me before. I'm always able to feel and catch them, though. Do you prefer blackberries or raspberries? No preference. What color is your mom’s car? I’m not actually sure who pays for our cars, but our main family cars are white and blue-greenish. Do you like flavored water? I’ve never had it before and I’m not interested. I drink water because I find its tasteless-ness refreshing, so to drink water with flavor is super pointless to me. Do you watch wrestling? You asked the right person ;) Hahaha I love wrestling, but I can’t say that I watch recent episodes. I don’t find the storylines as captivating these days, so it has also meant that I mostly don’t know who the newer wrestlers are anymore. But even if that’s the case, I’m never completely away from wrestling because I still subscribe to wrestling-themed YouTube channels and stay updated with wrestling news sites.

Do you enjoy cranberry juice? No, but my mom is nuts about them. We always have two or three bottles of cranberry juice in the fridge at a time. I personally think it smells terrible, but I don’t like fruits. Do you drink? Yes. Do you have unwanted facial hair? Nope. Do you know the difference between "possum" and "oppossum"?` No. Have you ever had a bird or a squirrel in your house? I’ve had countless birds sit on my windowsill, but they never went inside. We don’t have squirrels. What label would you give your clothing style? Soft girl, trendy, chic. How far away is the closest mall? Two minutes away from the main entrance of our village. How many gingers do you know? Zero. Do people often misspell your name? Yes, but I don’t make a fuss about it because to be fair, mine is the uncommon spelling of the name. I do get annoyed when people *who already know me* still misspell it, though. What is your sexual orientation? Demi. At least that’s the one that makes most sense to me in the meantime. I prefer not to put a label on myself.

Do you know another language? Yes indeed. Do you think sloths are cute? Sure, but there are cuter animals. Are you reading a book currently? Not at the moment, but I really should find another memoir to read. How many hours do you work a week? 0. How high off the ground is your bed? Idk, it’s standard bed height lol. It’s high enough for me not to allow Cooper to start jumping off of it yet, but low enough for my feet to reach the floor. Do you have a tv in your room? I used to; the PS3 also used to be in my room for some reason. Once we noticed that my brother would always come over my room to use my TV and the PS3, we just moved both things to his room. Do you wear a lot of plaid? I wore a plaid skirt everyday from kindergarten to high school. I don’t think I’ve worn plaid since. I didn’t end up hating the pattern but I do just need a fucking break from it lol What do you think about gauged ears? Personally not a fan. It makes me wince :( But like I always say, you do you. Do you text a lot? I used to, before the quarantine. There’s no reason to get load now that I’m just at home all day, all week, and all month, so I’ve stopped texting indefinitely. How often do you go camping? I’ve never even been. What is the cutest breed of dog? I find all of them cute except for chihuahuas and pugs. I also feel bad for some mixed-breeds like golden retriever corgis... Do you own a cat? My sister used to. I never had one of my own. What are the initials of your high school? AA. What are your initials? RIAC. Do you do dishes by hand or dish washer? By hand. I don’t know any one Filipino house that has a dishwasher lol that’s definitely always been a first-world concept to me.

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Personal Trainer CH. 14

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I sit in at the bench near the local park in Cameron's neighborhood. I was just having a meeting with her brother Caleb, we were discussing the woman of the hour Fiona. We were sitting relatively far from one another, “So you said you met her when?” I ask.

He sighs. “7 months ago...when Sophia was still alive.”

“You have a picture” I just need to make sure this is the same Fiona I'm trying to get away from. He takes out his phone going through his pictures he finds one of Sophia and Fiona...the background looks like they were hiking somewhere. I nod my head looking up at him, placing my hand over my face to cover my eyes from the sun. “Yeah that's her”

“I've been trying to contact to ask her where she was when Sophia was killed but I could never find her, she was always busy or out of town. I'm just trying to get justice for Sophia. My buddy Ray he works for traffic control down at city hall and I asked him to take a couple of pictures for me…you know when the crash happened and he got me this picture”

He then shows a picture of a car half of the license plate is showing (LJD-)

I start to rise up from my seat. Looking down at him. “Do you think she knows what happened?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I don't know but I want to find out why she’s doing all of this”

Well that's all I need to get started on this mission, I start to walk to my car. I hear Caleb yell out to me. “Wait where are you going?”

I unlock the car door, putting my foot inside I yell back. “WE are going over to her house”

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As we pull up to her address all of the confidence Caleb had vanished, he seemed a bit nervous. He turns to me when I stop the car. “She not home right?”

I roll my eyes, I've told him this about 4 times already she isn't here. I turn my car off pulling the keys out of the ignition. “No, she has her swimming at 3:45 and she’s in the pool for at least 1 hour so we got time.”

He sighs in relief placing his hand on his chest, he takes his seatbelt off. “Ok good cause I don't have time to be Live @ 5 getting arrested”

We both get out the car dashing to the front door. I jiggle the handle a little. “We are fine, the front door is locked obviously”

Back door.

Locked.

“Fuck it.” Caleb takes his hoodie off and punches into the glass window in one of the bedrooms. The glass shattering at our feet and I'm looking at him like he lost his mind. He climbs through the window and waits for me to climb through.

“Yeah real sneaky Caleb” I say as my arms cross over my chest.

He smacks his lips waving me off he starts walking out the room. “Hurry up and get in here”

I quickly climb through the window, making sure not to cut myself I try and figure out where Caleb went. When I walk out into the hallway in met with 3 sets of doors, obviously the room I just came out of. I grab the handle of the second door that's next door, it looks like a office I start to look around her desk area and I see the files that stated she switched her name to Fiona a couple of years ago.

I look some more seeing she has a frame wayyy up on her bookshelf that is standing right near the door. I use her swiveling chair to get a good lift, it's wobbly but I make it work. I grab the frame seeing that it's a high school certificate.

Jay bird High School

After discovering that I take out my phone taking a picture, I placed everything back in the original section and I proceed to walk out the room. I walk into the kitchen where I see Caleb rummaging through the her pantry. But what he pulls out I wasn't expecting, she has a glass container filled up with something that has a skull on it. And then it clicks.

It's the sodium diethyl.

I grab it from his hand setting it on the counter I take a picture. Then we continue on searching for any more evidence, I look over by the television and see something behind the t.v. stand. I ask Caleb to help me move it and when we do we hear something fall to the ground with a semi-loud Clank.

After discovering what it was Caleb freaks out he starts pacing around the room shouting profanities. When I look at it all I see is a license plate. Then I remember the picture he showed me.

Fiona killed Sophia.

We start to look around some more I got into her bedroom, looking around I don't see much. Just a queen sized bed, no covers just a blanket. I open her closet and that's when I see it.

She has posters up of I guess her previous “clients” all of them have an X  on them but when I look at mines, well mines has a star.

I wonder what that means?

I yell out for Caleb to come see that and when he comes in he's shocked. He starts taking pictures of everything.

Then we hear a door open.

The front door.

“Fuck!” Caleb says in a panic looking at me with wide eyes. “I thought you said she would be there for 1 hour”

“She must’ve cut it short” I whisper back at him I motion for him to hurry up and run into the other room to get out. “Go!!”

I try my best to follow behind him but I'm too slow, when I get to the hallway that leads to the other rooms I see Fiona coming around the corner “Damn it” I run back into the room, crawling under the bed. I place my hand over my mouth to stop myself from breathing so loud.

I see her footsteps walk in the room and I feel the bed dip down, I look around and see there's a bunch of junk food underneath this bed. I'm shocked I thought Fiona was all ‘I eat healthy and you should too.’  I hear the television come on and immediately recognize what she's watching...it's the recording of the news station covering the story about her father's death back in 2002.

I hear her sobbing. “I'm sorry daddy...I had to do it”

Something falls on the floor near me.

I try and push the bag of chips away from my body but I don't want her to hear my foot scrape across her wood floors. It's when I see her hand reaching for my foot and not the bag I start to panic.

But then the most amazing thing happens the doorbell rings.

Saved by the bell.

Once she leaves out the room I quickly crawl out from under the bed, running into the hallway and into the room where the window has been shattered. Not caring if I get cut I climb out the window and into the grass in her backyard. I run through her neighbor's yard and UPS happened to stop by so she can't see me getting in the car.

Once I'm in, I duck down in the back seat. Minutes later I see Caleb in the driver's seat, I pop up my head and scream. “Go drive!!”

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We are the library on one of the computers. I end up on Facebook and looked up this Jay bird High School and I find something interesting in the school’s yearbook there were some people who were photographed with Fiona it looked like a school newspaper.

I contacted one of the girls in the picture, I got to call her on the phone. Me and Caleb were anxious to find out what they knew about Jean Oliver. I hear the woman on the other end of the phone, “The name rings a bell…”

“So you knew Jean?” I asked.

“Well kind of, my old teacher was the school's newspaper chief...Sorry that's all I have”

Caleb takes over grabbing the phone from me, “Can we get his address? Or a phone number at least?”

“Yeah sure it's 738 Jordan way, WillBerry Oklahoma 73008.”

After a 5 hour drive we are finally here, in WilBerry. It looks like a sleepy town, not many people. When we get to the man's home he ushers us inside, his home looks warm, cozy. We all step into the living room Caleb takes a seat next to me on the brown loveseat. The old man takes a seat in his recliner. He takes a good look at us, giving a small smile. “I hear you've been looking for me”

I nod my head, pulling my body up placing my hands on my knees. “Yes yes….“I wanting some information on Fion- Jean Oliver?”

He nods slowly. “Oh yeah Jean she was actually apart of the newspaper over at the high school, Jean was one of my writers. She was always intelligent, helpful, but she had a mouth she would get kicked out of class a lot for talking back to her teachers. I always suspected from her behavior there were some problems at home...I could never get her to open up. It only got worse after her father died.”

Now I wanted to know more. I cross my legs leaning my body towards him, “Got worse how?”

“Well after the old man's funeral she got into a screaming match with my daughter things got physical and my daughter ended up in the hospital.”

I hear Caleb beside me. “You know what they were fight about?”

The old man shakes his head no. Raises his shoulders up shrugging. “Nope they wouldn't say....they both got suspended for two weeks though.”

I know this was a lot but I needed to speak to somebody who knew what happened...why it happened. I needed more information, I bite my lip and take a deep breath, “May I speak to your daughter?”

His eyebrows raise up, like he's shocked I would ask that, but he gladly complies. Rising up from the recliner he goes into the kitchen and comes back out with his phone book.“Well she's actually in Italy for some work thing. Here's her cell phone number.”

I take the little black and white striped phone book typing the woman's number in my contact list. I shake his hand after returning the book to him. “Thank you so much.”

                       ¤ ¤ ¤

“Jean was unstable, we both were I started seeing a therapist and things changed for me I wanted the same for her.” Norma said to us, we were at a gas station near the edge of WillBerry.

I place my hand on my hip while pumping the gas. “She tried to kill my boyfriend.”

“I know she killed my girlfriend.” Caleb stated as he was right beside me handing me a Arizona iced tea.

I start to open the can when Norma begins speaking again. Her voice got softer, “I told her to get help, I should've told someone.”

I have a puzzled look on my face, I turn to Caleb, he looks confused as well. “Someone what?”

Norma sighs her voice trembling. “Jeans father didn't die by accident. She did it. I can't blame her, if my father treated me the way he did to her I would probably kill him too. I can never forget the look in her eyes it was like some wild animal when she attacked me. I've never been so scared for my life. Azeala you need to stay away from her she gets too attached and when you don't reciprocate that same feeling she snaps and that's when the bad things start happening.”

I roll my eyes and I take the gas pump out the fuel tank shaking the nozzle off a little before placing it back on the hook. I take the phone off speaker and place it in between my shoulder and my ear. “I appreciate your concern but she started this mess....and I'm surely going to finish it.��

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We were about 2 hours away from home when I decided to call her. “Hey Fiona..umm I actually wanted to meet up with you I honestly just want to talk about everything that has transpired these last couple of days”

She has a sort of desperation in her voice. “You really wanna talk?”

I nod my head and smile a little, trying to make it more believable. “Yeah yeah can you just meet me at the gym?”

“Ok yeah...I'll meet you there.”

Once I place my finger in the end call button I hear Caleb, “How’d she sound?” He asks while he's driving slow, approaching some traffic he stops behind a car.

I snort. “She actually sounded happy”

“You ready?” I can sense his voice is uneasy.

“Lets get this started.”