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Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
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11:54 pm
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This was London, she was fairly certain. Annie told herself, Big Ben only existed in one country. But how the fuck was she here? Where was her family?
She'd woken up cramped in a seat on a fucking double decker bus, with no one around, no nothing. As quick as she'd been able to, she'd tried to look for bumps, bruises or any sign she'd been drugged, or any sign she'd been messed with by something ghostlike. No physical symptoms, no patterns on her arms, nothing. Even the sigil tattoo on her shoulder was intact. Her backpack had all her stuff, but all her money was English. What the shit?
She got off the bus at the next stop, hefting her bag and standing aimlessly in the middle of Trafalgar Square, wondering just where in the hell she could go to get home.
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
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12:37 pm
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She'd told Dani she could handle this one; it was just a lonely ghost. Just needed a good exorcism, and then it could hopefully rest. Truth told, Annie admitted to herself, she could use an easy one.
It was why she was here in Blaumeux, Louisiana, in this tiny motel. She'd had to get a book, and now that she had it, it was back on the road. Wrenching the ill-fitting door open, she hefted her duffel bag and headed for the GTO.
Annie opened the trunk, tossing the bag inside. She slammed it down again, and as she walked around the side of the car, she caught a cherry-red glimpse, raising an eyebrow. A '73 GTO was parked right next to hers, and amazingly, looked in better condition. She couldn't help herself, taking a second to go walk around the vehicle, bending down to look at everything, even the muffler.
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2008
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1:35 pm - 006 // past
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It's really dumb. Just a stupid project for school. But when Annie tells Grandpa she needs a picture of Daddy when he was younger, she doesn't expect Grandpa to look so sad.
He tells her to come into his and Grandma's bedroom, and tells her to sit while he pulls out a photo album. "There's only a few, so you need to have a copy made, okay?" Grandpa tells her as the cover squeaks open.
Annie nods and soon is staring at the worn photos. Daddy and Uncle Sam look almost the same. But Grandpa looks so much younger now.
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11:46 am - 005 // outsides
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The first time a boy ever hits on Annie, she hits him back. She's eleven years old, and when he whispers "You're pretty" and puts a hand on her back, Annie lays him out with an elbow to the stomach.
He runs away crying and Annie's left confused until her teacher gives her a detention and an explanation. No, he wasn't kidding. No, boys say things like that to girls, and often they mean it.
At first she's just grossed out. Boys are gross. But then she thinks about Daddy telling Mom how pretty she is. Maybe it's ok. Sometimes.
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| Monday, June 16th, 2008
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8:09 pm - 004 // insides
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“Dean.”
“What?”
Cat eyes Annie with some trepidation. “Not too much. She’ll spoil her dinner.”
Dean eyes his one-year old daughter and the little blobs of pudding on her bib and in her mouth. “It was only like, three fingerfuls, baby.”
“Well, okay.” Cat knows Dean wouldn’t go overboard intentionally, but she also knows he gets caught up in the sheer novelty of having a child. “Still, if she – ”
She’s interrupted by a gurgle and a hiccup, tiny fists fwapping on the high chair tray. Annie looks proud of how much she’s spit up, and Cat has to laugh.
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7:43 pm - 003 // ends
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After dropping off Dani, Annie heads straight for home. She's tired and ripped up in a lot of ways, and she wants to go home to her parents and cry. Being single so fast has left her breathless.
She walks in the door, dropping the GTO's keys on the table and wrapping her arms around her father. "Hi, Daddy," Annie mumbles against his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Dean murmurs, hand on his daughter’s back, Cat looking on.
Annie just shakes her head, not wanting to think about losing Jared over something so dumb. Things end, but at least her family is constant.
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7:14 pm - 002 // middles
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3.27 am is a time Dean's awfully familiar with already, so when the baby monitor goes off at night, it's Dean who usually crawls out of bed to go feed his daughter. He doesn't like the wailing.
"Hey, Anniegirl," Dean says softly when he gets in her room. He picks up the squalling little thing and takes her to the kitchen while a bottle warms up.
He can feel her little lungs heaving a sigh, screaming slowly melting into whimpering little protests as he holds her. Pride wells in his chest as the noise dies while he's rocking her.
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6:34 pm - 001 // beginnings
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When Annie's twelve, she holds a gun for the first time. It's a sawed-off, of course; her father's favourite that he'd made when he was six. She's a little upset that Daddy didn't let her use one when she was six, but when she holds it, she understands.
It feels heavy in her hands, but it's not scary. She's been practicing for years with BB guns, so she knows not to shoot her own foot off. Annie likes the knowledge that if there was a ghost in front of her, she could be like Daddy and shoot it dead.
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