Call of the pack

"OK everyone that's it for today!" With table tennis practice over I was looking forward to a day of complete relaxation. That was until, my mom called, "Hello? Haze, dear, I had to run some errands so I sent your father to go and pick you up, he should be there OK." After hearing those words an electrical shock went through my body. "Mom, what time did you tell him I was supposed to be done?" "At 10:30am dear, that's what time you always get done right? Though I can't understand why you don't want to be a part of a club with cuter outfits; like the tennis club or cheering squad." This could be bad, "Mom I told you practice would go late today." Checking the time my heart dropped, "That's right I completely forgot you said that." I started to break out into a cold sweat. "It's already 11:15 am, have you spoken with him since then?" From outside I could hear a helicopter over head He didn't, not again? "Mom I'm going to have to call you back OK." "Alright then, love you!" Hanging up the phone I sprinted out of the locker room and down the hallway. The closer I got to the school entrance the clearer I could hear sirens among other things coming from outside. School was basically empty other than a few teachers. Summer was ending and school would be back in session in 3 days time. Finally I would be starting High school, breaking free of all of the embarrassing things my parents had done and starting a fresh new school year. At least that's what I was hoping for. I started to hear what sounded like someone talking on a loud speaker. "This is the police, we have the place surrounded, surrender the hostages immediately. I repeat surrender the hostages…Wait sir, sir restrain yourself sir." "Hazel!? Hazel!?" Please don't be him! Please don't be him! Please don't be him! Finally I reached the front entrance; from behind me I could hear Erina calling my name. "Hazel, why did you run out of the locker room like that? Whoa what's going on? Why are the police here? There are even news reporters, I wonder what happened." I could feel a cold sweat coming on. "I think it's best we go out the back gate, the front gate seems a little crowded." I started to back away from the door when He spoke again. "Hazel! It's OK everything's going to be OK," "Hazel isn't that your dad? I wonder what he's doing here and why is he with the police." Let's just say Erina wasn't the brightest star in the sky or the sharpest knife in the drawer. Regardless, she was still my best friend, been so since elementary. The only person who thought my parents were cool. "Really? I don't think he looks anything like him, now how about that back gate. I'm sure their talking about another Hazel." "Hazel, Daddy's here, you don't have to…" "Somebody get him out of here; leave this to the police sir." As the police started taking my dad away, I figured it was too late to feign ignorance, what can I say he's still my dad. "I don't know Hazel, that man definitely looks like your father." After a long sigh, I got up the courage to walk outside. "Look some of the hostages are being released!" one of the people in the growing crowd shouted. The swarm of reporters and bystanders started yelling and screaming, it wasn't long until the rest of those still in the school came out as well. After doing a sweep of the entire school, the police finally gave up the idea of this being a kidnapping or hostage scenario. So much so that they left the scene in sort of a hurry, trying to get away from the reporters and now dispersing crowd. Even after apologizing for the misunderstanding, the police still had to take my father in. From there it only got worse, after calling my mom and telling her what had happened she came running to the police office. "Mom what are you wearing?" "After you told me what happened I figured this would be the best thing." "To cosplay as a police officer?" With her long jet black hair up in a pony tail and her fiery black eye's she looked more like a model than a police officer. Her high heels and skirt only enhanced her already long legs and great figure. Sometimes I wondered if I was switched at birth; my parents were in a word gorgeous. Their only downside was their strange behavior but besides that they were two very good looking people. Too bad their good looks have run out for the police department. "I'm sorry Mrs. Mirasaki but your under arrest too." This day just keeps getting better and better. "Officer what are the charges?" "Impersonating a police officer." you have got to be kidding me. Luckily Erina had come along for the police ride, something about it being an adventure. Anyways she called her dad who was a pretty good lawyer he came to help, again! It took almost 6 hours until they were both finally released with a warning. "We really are sorry Captain, everyone we're very sorry." My father, Mother and I and even Erina all bowed in apology to the police. After thanking Erina and her dad. I turned to face what I've come to think of as my test from God, my parents. "What were you thinking Dad? If you wanted to know how I was doing, then you could have just come inside to check for yourself, this is the second time you've pulled something like this, you promised me you wouldn't do it again." He just started pouting. "But when you didn't come on time I started getting worried, on top of that you wouldn't answer your phone." "That's no excuse, and mom why did you think it a good idea to also break the law?" "I thought they would take me more seriously if I looked the part!" and with that came the water works.. "Mom, don't cry." Pulling her into a hug I tried to calm her. "Mama, it's all my fault I caused our precious Hazel nothing but trouble, I'm sure she would be happier if I wasn't around." My mother went to my father and pulled him into her arms. "Oh Papa, if only we weren't such terrible parents!" I could almost hear a violin playing as they both held each other all the while crying pools of tears. "Come on you two, people are starting to stare." "You see Mama we only embarrass her!" they started to cry louder. People passing by and even some vehicles were stopping to stare. I tried coaxing the two of them into the car but nothing seemed to work, they just continued to cry. "I'm not embarrassed of you guys!" screaming over their cries I finally got their attention. "I know you mean well, I just wish you wouldn't worry me so much." They began to quite down and sniffle like little kids as they started to wipe away their tears. "So you don't think we're embarrassing?" hiccups escaped my mother's lips as she spoke. "Well yea sometimes, but at least not all the time I don't." "So you don't think we're terrible parents?" As he looked at me with his puppy brown eye's I remembered why I could never stay mad at them for very long. "Oh your something all right, but terrible is not it. So please stop crying and let's go home, it's getting dark." Smiling they both jumped up to hug me. "Isn't she just the best daughter ever Mama?" "Oh Papa! We couldn't be any more blessed." What can I say; they're a bit crazy sometimes, but their mine. After a long day, finally we made it home. I opened the door to bags and bags of… "Mom what is all this?" "I almost forgot; do you remember how I said I had some errands to run? Well, I was out shopping for the guest rooms as well as some other places that need updating around the house. I even bought you some new clothes." "But you just bought me new clothes yesterday." "I know, but you can never have too many clothes now can you?" Being the only daughter of a famous author and well known Interpreter/Translator isn't exactly the easiest life to live. Supposedly they used to both have some high paying jobs; which has a lot to do with us being as well off as we are now. But I guess after I was born they wanted to be the hands on kind of parents and decided to change to jobs that allowed them to work at home. Lost in thought I noticed my parents whispering to each other in a corner of the room. "Papa we need to tell her." "I know but so much has happened today why don't we tell her tomorrow?" "The sooner we tell her the better; we can't keep it hidden for much longer. She's going to start noticing; our little girl is growing up." Walking over to them crouched in the corner I bent down beside them. "Tell me what?" Practically jumping out their skins they both hurried off to attend to something they deemed extremely important. "Nothing dear, I should get back to that chapter I was working on, especially with the deadline coming up." "Dad, what's going on?" "Nothing, nothing, look at the time I have to interpret for a conference meeting tomorrow morning I better get to bed, night honey." I wonder what has them so jumpy. As I thought about some of the things that have been happening recently I realized they've been acting a lot stranger than usual. Just the other day I had found a wad of black hair in my bathroom, at first I thought it was my mother's but it was too short to be hers. Though my hair was short, it most definitely wasn't black; my hair was more of a brownish shade. My mother said it was probably my dads, but that didn't explain the wet dog smell it had. After arranging all of the bags in order to create a path from the door to the stairs, I couldn't help but feel bad for Stacey; our maid. Though our house wasn't big, it couldn't exactly be described as small either. Walking up the stairs I paused to look at the pictures lining the wall. One picture in particular caught my eye. It was of me and a little boy; we took that picture at the summer house in City Z. I remember it because I had been crying about not being able to go to the celebration with everyone else and he had said he would stay and keep me company. We had a lot of fun that day, and stayed up through the night listening to the howl of the wolves as we sat staring up at the full moon. Thinking back now I should have been terrified, but I wasn't, I actually had found it so comforting that I went to sleep just like that listening to their song. The next day though he was gone, and it was also time for us to go home as well. The next couple of celebrations after that were at different family homes and I was unable to go to them. I wonder what that boy is up to now. I don't even remember his name. Exhausted from all that happened, I decided to call it a day. Reaching my room I found it full of more of bags as well, but I was too tired to worry about them now and was out like a light before my head even hit my pillow. "Honey!? Honey!? Wake up." Am I dreaming? Tell me this is a dream. "Hazel Dear, wake up." "If this isn't a dream the house have better be on fire!"Why does it feel as if the word's peace and quite are not in their vocabulary?