Dawn West-Allen: Part Two

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After repainting, repairing, and moving every box into moms new office Dad was trying to find a new place for her couch. Dad had tried everywhere, and each time mom would glance up and say "looks great" or "yeah" before continuing to type.

She wasn't paying attention; mom was in deep thought. She was either writing an article, thinking about an article, or worrying about Nora. Since Nora was not a concern at the moment, it was an article that had her attention.

"I mean, I can move it against the wall! If that'll help." Dad said, moving the couch again as I sat on it with my legs crossed.

"I think I liked it better in the corner." I said while playing a game on my phone. Dad got ready to move the couch again."Although from that angle, you'd get a lot of sunlight in your eyes." I shrugged, returning to my game.

'Okay..." He turned to mom. "Iris, it's just couch in the corner or against the wall, is pretty much the extent of my interior design knowledge."

"I'm sorry babe-" Mom began as I put my earphones in.

"How's it going?" I texted Nora.

"Can't convince Sherloque to come with me."She replied.

"Do you need my help?" I asked."We're pretty much done for today. Mom doesn't want us to speed decorate, and I don't think Dad could if he tried." I said glancing up at mom as she left the room.

"I got an idea, but if that doesn't work, you're up" I finished reading the text as Dad walked over toward me.

I pulled my earphones out as he began talking.

"I need you to go with mom." he began."Mom wants to write a story about Cicada, and I want you to make sure everything goes smoothly."

"Do I have to?" I said."Not much can happens while investigating a story."

"You'd be surprised," Dad replied as I stood to leave."Oh, and don't tell mom I sent you, okay?" Dad said as I nodded.

"Mom, can I come with you?" I yelled, jogging to catch up with her

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"$7.25!" The barista said.

"10..20...25." I said, counting the change out loud before attempting to hand it to him.

He didn't take it. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on mine.

"Are you going to take it?" I hesitantly asked.

"Yes, uh, sorry," He said, taking the change out of my hand." And here's your hot chocolates."

"Thanks," I said, taking the drinks and walking back to where mom was sitting.

Before I sat down, I caught the boy staring again. He diverted his eyes onto the counter he was cleaning.

"Wierd," I mumbled.

"What?" Mom grumbled, scribbling in her notebook.

"Nothing."

We were sitting in CC jitters, waiting for a man named Brent Osmack. With a bit of research, we learned that Osmack was Orlin Dwyers' manager before he became a meta-human. He was one of the few who worked closely with Orlin Dwyer, making him a perfect candidate for information. However, Osmack was under the impression that mom was writing an article about union reform.

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr.Osmack." Mom began as I sat quietly next to her.

Mom instructed me to sit this one out since Osmack didn't know the real reason for this interview.