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Why are the seats in buses so tiny? I mean, come on... I have no clue when these things got designed but I'm pretty sure the human race has improved in body size since then. Time to adjust these things. We aint midgets no more.

Those and a few other unimportant things went through my mind as I sat in my seat on the Greyhound 507 to California.
My aching back and numb butt were just a few signs that I really should have thought more about going by plane rather than bus.
They literally warned me.

„Are you sure girl? Those are 24 hours on the same seat." said the ticket lady rather annoyed between chews of her gum.
„Oh really? I thought you'd magically beam me there." I just love to talk back. I can't help it. Whenever I got a smart answer I need to deliver it. Or else I get a headache.

„Well then that's gonna be 180 bucks. And loose the attitude."
„Lose the gum." I told Miss High School Drop Out as I gave her the money.

8 Hours later I was here, in the middle of nowhere. My discman ran out of battery 2 hour ago and I finished my book 20 minutes ago which meant I was about to loose my shit any second if nothing entertaining happened pretty soon.

Seeing as my only companions on this ride were two little boys sitting right behind the driver, who were obviously way to young to switch states on their own, had fallen asleep as soon as the sun set, and 3 men in suits all caught up in work, I was all on my own. Which was nothing new but could get boring.

Back home in Colorado I was always on my own. I've been living with my Nana since my mom passed away when I was 10 years old. She did everything she could to put clothes on my body and food in my mouth. That woman took no shit from nobody and made sure I wouldn't as well.

„I've heard my whole life women are supposed to shut their mouth and be a good little wife. Oh honey but it's so much more fun to speak your mind. Make sure you have fun munchkin."

That and many other great life lessons came from this wonderful woman who I had to bury last week.
It was no surprise. Cancer never comes as a surprise. It's like this big wave you can see coming from afar. You can run for a while but sooner or later it is going to catch up. In her case it was later so she made sure I was taken care off.

Seeing as I am only 16 we had to make sure I got legally declared off age so nobody had control over me. I've always done well in school, she taught me to cook properly and left enough money for me to visit a community collage if I wanted to. That woman was awesome. She lived life to the fullest and welcomed death like an old friend. Unlike my mom...but I shouldn't go that path of thought right now. Not in this bus. Never.

I dug around my bag, desperate for a gum when I saw the letter. One of them to be exact. But it was the only one that mattered the most.
I remembered it by heart already but I still unfolded it.

„Munchkin,
Today is the day. It's your birthday. You're very first one. Mommy is in labor with you right now. I will never admit this, to anyone, but I am scared shitless right now. The boys already make fun of me for not being in there. But as I hear your Mommy scream...I am very sure you'd scream just as badly in there. You aint even here yet but already got us all on our toes. Everybody is here right now. The whole club. We just can't wait for our baby girl to come home.
Munchkin we have a wonderful family. And I am so proud to bring the first girl home.
I aint gonna lie, you wont have it easy with all these boys running around you. It's gonna be like you have two brothers. I mean there is Opie and Jax and who knows who's to come. Whenever they give you trouble just tell me.
Oh Baby girl. I love you. I can't wait to see you.

Got us a new house right by the Tellers. So they are our neighbors. It's gonna be like the Street of SAMCRO or something like that.
I am gonna be honest with you. I freaked out when your Mommy told me she was pregnant with you. I mean...me a Daddy? I sure hope by the time you read this you will ask yourself „Oh Daddy why? You are the best Dad ever." Which I intend to be girl. I will drive you to the beach everyday if you want to. I mean why else do we live in California. Or if you hate the sun or something like that we can go hiking... I can learn I guess. Whatever you want my little princess.
The world is yours. I will make sure of it. You can be and do whatever you want.
Always remember that.
I love you

Daddy

I folded the paper and put it back in my bag feeling the photo in it. It shows my mom in the hospital bed. She looks exhausted but is grinning like that cat from Wonderland. Next to her is a man sitting on the bed, dressed completely in black. His hair looks likes he's had his hand run through it a thousand times that day. He's looking down at a pink bundle in his arm.

I turned it around to read the same handwriting as in the letter „My ladies, 16th December 1982"
It was taken on my birthday. And this was a picture of my Mom, Dad and me.
Which meant everything I was told was a lie.

I remember the whole story. He was a marine, always gone for a few months but they always waited for each other. The last time they met she got pregnant with me but got note he died right before I was born bla bla bla bullshit cue the violins.

I have a father. And he wanted me. And there is a pretty big chance he is alive.

„Excuse me Miss."
I looked up. A police officer stood in the bus.
„Sorry to interrupt your thoughts but this is a State boarder control. Could you show me your ID?"
„Sure sorry." I looked for my wallet and finally gave him my ID.

„Here you go.
„Thank you Miss... Stanley. How far are you planning on taking this bus may I ask."
„California, Lodi. And then I will continue to Charming. And please call me Harley."

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Thank you to everyone who made it to the end of the first chapter of my first story ever posted on here.

I want everyone who wants to post a review to be brutally honest.
English is not my first language but I check the spelling and grammar as often as I can. If you find any mistakes please let me know. Help me learn.
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Thank you again
Joey