Friday, July 18th 2014. Slidell, Louisiana. 10:00 AM
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It was only an hour or so away. Eugene fidgeted violently as she looked at her watch, a run down Omega her mother had passed on to her. The rusty '80 Ford Fairmont barely could manage the expressway speed. Rickety, bumpy and loud in all the wrong places Eugene was sorry for the abuse she was putting the car under but she was too excited to care. Finally, she had been up for two days straight wasting a full pack of copier paper on writing her feelings towards Jack. 

There was so much she wanted to say, to much she wanted to feel. Not for a moment had he been off her mind. Regardless of what she did he was always on her mind. She was more than obsessed with him and even living 800 miles apart hadn't lessened those feelings. She had moved to Augusta fearing that she might inconvenience Ms Deville or take away her lovely boy from her but all these years she wasn't able to convince herself that what she did was right.

As such thoughts passed with feverish intensity, Lake Pontchartrain appeared in front of her. She could feel the hair on her nape dance, tears came in her eyes. With a twist of a lever, she put topgear and gave the old girl the beans. The Ford coughed loudly before responding to her mistresses's desire.

[b]"I'm Coming Jaaack!!"[/b] Eugene let out a squeal. Damn the girl was excited. She felt her throat as her hands caressed the gap between the shoulder blades, engraved there was a simple name. [b][i]JACK [/i][/b].

Even with full throttle, she wasn't the first to arrive. Rather judging by the swanky car in the driveway one of the popular ones had arrived before her. Compared to her rustbucket, it was sparkling clean. The paint as good as new and the cloth of the convertible clean and taut. Someone of them had surely done great. She parked her car behind it and got out. She looked around her walking house for her little package. Wrapped in a dainty red wrapper which clearly showed signs of reuse was a medium sized box. She took it out and made her way to the door.

It was then she saw the man at the door, dripping machismo and swagger he stood, knocking at the door. She recoiled in her mind but still braved on the steps. Standing meekly away from him and her messy bangs covering most of her face. Her crumpled dress was a far cry from the impeccably dressed man in front of her and it was some moments before she regained her senses.

[b]"J...JJJ....Ja...Jac...k!"[/b] she stumbled. Her face a beet red as her black hair covered an almost sixty percent of it. If in her wildest dreams it was Jack, she can kiss goodbye her dreams of confession. She suddenly felt the breast pocket of her Jacket filled with lead. The letter inside seemed to weigh tonnes now.