Chapter 2:
Noah's POV:
"Dad! I'm home!" I shouted for my father, Pascal Sabatino. Dad was a famous painter and singer, so I usually saw him on the first day of every month. And he always answered the door. Maybe he's at the bar.
I closed the door and walked back down the steps. A few of dad's butlers were giving each other a nervous look. What's wrong with them? I opened the gate and took out my phone.
Me: Hey dad where are you?
I continued walking to Glen's bar while looking at my phone. When I finally got to Glen's bar, I looked at my phone to see dad finally texted back.
Dad: Noah, you need to go home right now!
Me: But why?
Dad: Just do it, Noah!
I sighed and turned around and started walking home. Dad must be drunk again.
"Excuse me, are you, Noah Sabatino the third?" I looked down and saw Mickey Mouse and a cat with a pink hat and a pink skirt.
"Dad! I'm home!" I shouted for my father, Pascal Sabatino. Dad was a famous painter and singer, so I usually saw him on the first day of every month. And he always answered the door. Maybe he's at the bar.
I closed the door and walked back down the steps. A few of dad's butlers were giving each other a nervous look. What's wrong with them? I opened the gate and took out my phone.
Me: Hey dad where are you?
I continued walking to Glen's bar while looking at my phone. When I finally got to Glen's bar, I looked at my phone to see dad finally texted back.
Dad: Noah, you need to go home right now!
Me: But why?
Dad: Just do it, Noah!
I sighed and turned around and started walking home. Dad must be drunk again.
"Excuse me, are you, Noah Sabatino the third?" I looked down and saw Mickey Mouse and a cat with a pink hat and a pink skirt.
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