You hit the road the day of the trip

Finally the day of the trip has come. You've been up since five o'clock. You couldn't sleep feeling tense. You were going over to see your father again, who you haven't seen since a long time in, while he or she looked like a girl now.You lock the door of "your" home, and double check with the neighbors to keep an eye on it. You put your bag with clothes in the back and step automatically in the passenger's seat. You quickly shove over to the driver's seat. You feel a little anxious, this is the first time since the transplant you have used the car. You always use your bicycle to do your groceries. Your dad and you would drive sometimes out into nowhere lands, where you just looked outside the window and didn't speak for hours. But when you were back home you always felt like you had said everything you wanted to.

You start the car and put it in it's reverse as you drive it out of the garage. Closing the garage door and stepping inside, you're really ready. You put the shift stick to accelerate and off you go.

While driving on the freeway your thoughts go to your friends. Randall had been a good friend to you. Since your dad passed away, he has been there for you, coming over, talking, gaming. The first few days he even slept over.

Sometimes it was hard to pretend your dad is dead. If only they could know. But your dad is dead in some sort of way, you had to stand by his coffin with his funeral. Thinking about that made you really depressed. Thankful Randall was there for you too. To your surprise Allison, the girl you have a crush on, even came by and paid her respect. She even told you that if you were ever in need of someone to talk to, she would be there for you. You didn't know what to say, you just nodded to what she told you. You didn't have a chance to speak to Allison yet or your dad for that matter. You know he would approve of Allison, but you rather talk about it with him in person than through the phone.

You shake your head as you try to concentrate. You didn't want to get in an accident. Though your thoughts go to Randall again, he had been a little suspicious of you. You told him you wanted to spend the Saturday alone, making a drive with your father's car. Randall wasn't happy with it, meaning he had to spend time at home with his "lovely" step-mother, but he could understand it.

After a two and a half hour drive (you had to ask the way) you finally arrive in front of Mariel's house. It was a detached house, large backyard, a swimming pool. Your dad had good luck with his parents.

You park your car, pick up the flower's in the back, and ring the doorbell. You could hear the sound of footsteps. "Daddie he's here." You could here a voice recognizing as that of Mariel telling.

Mariel opens the door and you can see she's wearing...