Re: Wait no longer....

Posted by Tessa from proxy.iad2.netsetter.com on June 14, 2001 at 19:32:07:

In Reply to: Re: Wait no longer.... posted by Ben, friend of Indy on June 14, 2001 at 09:35:18:

: : Here's the story I promised. It's four chapters but starts with the idea I had. Tell me what you guys think, T.

: : Chapter 1
: : June 2001
: : A young woman, about sixteen, was sitting in the library, intently reading the computer screen. Her wire-rims drooped slightly at the bridge of her nose, a strand of dark blond hair came loose from her ponytail and quickly tucked it behind her ear. Books were slammed down next to her, startling her out of her concentration.
: : “Hey, Annie,” as a girl Annie’s age sat in the seat next to her.
: : “Hi, Holly,” mumbling as she returned to read on the screen.
: : “You’re supposed to be helping me,” the tone accusing, “After all, I wasn’t the one who was caught drinking in the library.”
: : Annie sighed and said, “Okay, so I made a mistake. So what?”
: : Holly huffed, “Listen, Jones, I don’t care if your father is the principal of the school….”
: : They heard a noise and turned around to see another librarian putting away books, making motions to be quiet. Annie looked at Holly and said,
: : “Sorry, I was on my break and was surfing the net. Problem?”
: : Holly sighed and looked at the screen, “’Looting a lost civilization?’ Not this archeological stuff again?”
: : “I saw it on the Indyfan site. I think it’s interesting.”
: : It was a long debate with Annie and Holly. Ever since she could remember, Annie had heard everything regarding Indiana Jones from friends. She even snuck in one of the Indiana Jones movies when they were playing at the Cineplex when she was thirteen. It was an obsession about an unknown character with the same last name as hers. When she mentioned it to her parents, their faces had a blank look and told her it was nonsense, but she kept on pursuing it.
: : “Well…” Holly said, as she grabbed books, “I’m shelving these. Come back to the real world and help me.”
: : Annie groaned, took off her glasses, turned off the computer and grudgingly helped her, but kept glancing at the computer each time she past it.

: : Chapter 2
: : Annie walked home, the short four blocks with sun blaring hot. She went inside and yelled,
: : “Mom, Dad. I’m home.”
: : “In the kitchen,” her mother called.
: : Annie went into the kitchen and saw her mother, who smiled at her from the counter making potato salad, “Hi, sweetheart.”
: : “Hi, Mom,” as Annie grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, “What’s for dinner?”
: : “A traditional barbeque. Uncle Eric and Aunt Jackie are coming over with the kids.”
: : Annie groaned, “I’ll find my own dinner.”
: : Her mother laughed, “They’re not that bad.”
: : “Who’s not bad?” as Annie’s older brother, David, came in.
: : “Your uncle and aunt,” her mother said, “Annie seems to think she’s better than them.”
: : David chuckled and said, “That’s my sister for you. All brains and nose in the air.”
: : Annie glared at him and said, “I’m going to change, Mom.”
: : “Alright,” as Annie left for her room.
: : An eerie feeling swept over her. When she looked at her mother, father, and brothers and sister, she noticed she didn’t look or act like any of them much. She always felt like a stranger, an outsider. It was a weird concept.
: : She thought back when she found a trunk in the attic, filled with journals of travels from an H.J. and a few journals of heartache from an K.T.S. J. She thought at first it was written from some relative she didn’t know about it. She remembered her mother’s anxious look and her father’s stone face when she told them. Her father said that it was just junk they found in the library. But she felt they had hidden the truth from her.
: : Annie dismissed the idea in her head, My parents wouldn’t hide anything from me. I’m just being paranoid, as she changed into a tank top and shorts.
: : She went downstairs to the table where her mother left the mail. She looked through it and saw a foreign letter, addressed to her Dad. She fingered the postmark and said, “Belize.”
: : Her eyebrows drew up, Belize! That’s what was mention in the Mayan article, realizing
: : “Annie, I need your help,” her mother called.
: : “Coming,” as she put the letter in her pocket and went into the kitchen.

: : Chapter 3
: : Annie picked through her dinner as her father looked at her, “Annie, are you alright?”
: : “Fine,” as she faked a smile, “Super,” as she got up, “I’ll be right back.”
: : Her father looked at her mother and said, “She’s been that way since she got home.”
: : Michael Jones was concerned as he got up and saw Annie sitting on the stairs,
: : “What’s wrong?”
: : Annie looked at her father and asked, “Dad, who do you know in Belize?”
: : Her father looked at her, “Belize? No one. Why?,” his voice was shaking a bit.
: : Annie looked him in the eye, “You’re lying,” as started up the stairs.
: : “Anna Marie,” her father raising his voice and grabbing her arm, “Listen to me.”
: : “No,” she yelled as she waved a letter, “Someone wrote to you from Belize. And funny thing I read something about Mayan lootings. Who is it?”
: : Her father’s face paled as Annie stormed up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind her.
: : “Michael!”, as his wife came in, “What happened?”
: : He looked at the letter in his hand and said, “Nicole, she found a letter I got today from Belize.”
: : Nicole gasped and said, “Did she open it?”
: : “No,” as he gazed sadly at his wife, “I think she suspects something. She has for a while.”
: : “You can’t tell her,” softly, “It will make her hate us.”
: : “No,” as he gazed in her eyes, “She’s old enough to know.”
: : Nicole looked at him and sighed, “Go on,” as she walked back into the kitchen.

: : Michael knocked on Annie’s door a half hour later,
: : “Annie, can I come in?”
: : “No,” shouting back.
: : “Annie, please,” as he was shifting a book in his hands, “It’s about the letter.”
: : A moment passed as he heard the lock turned in the doorknob. Annie looked at him and said,
: : “Okay, Dad.”
: : Michael sat in the chair as gestured her to sit, “Please sit, Annie. There’s much to tell.”
: : Annie never saw such a serious look on her father’s face as she sat on the edge of the bed.
: : “Anna,” her father started, “For years, we’ve raised you as an intellgent person, a free mind. We’ve never thought this day would come.”
: : “Come for what?”
: : Michael looked at her, took a deep breath and said,
: : “Your mother and I are not your real parents. We’re your aunt and uncle.”

: : Chapter 4
: : Annie’s face registered shock, “What?”, raising her voice.
: : Michael cleared his voice, “More than sixteen years ago, your mother and I were told by my sister, your mother,” as he choked, “That she was pregnant, a one night stand…”
: : “My mother was a prostitute?”
: : “No, not Laurie,” shaking his head, “Your mother, she, well was a free spirit.”
: : “You mean she was in cult or something?”
: : Michael shook his head, “She’s a lot like your grandfather was.”
: : Annie tried to remember him, an old man that told bizarre stories of being in Europe as a spy, dealing with Facists and fighting Nazis. She was told that the stories were made up as she looked at her father-turned-uncle as he nodded,
: : “All of your grandfather’s stories were true. He was an archeologist, just like your mother is. And they are both famous in their own right.”
: : “What are their names?”
: : “Your mother’s birth name is Lauren Jones and she goes by the name Alexandra Stephens.”
: : Annie was surprised, she had read numerous of articles of Dr. Stephens and kept comparing her style to Indiana Jones’s. It was the same actions and mannerisms. Michael looked at Annie and said,
: : “Lauren wanted you so much but your mother--,” as he corrected herself, “Your Aunt Nicole and I decided that it would be best if we raised you until her traveling calmed down.”
: : “So you decided to deceive me?”
: : “It doesn’t seem that way,” Michael said, “Your grandfather agreed with us that traveling with your mother wouldn’t have been healthy. You could have been hurt or killed. We wanted you to have a normal life. Lauren agreed, knowing that when we thought it was right, you would go to her.”
: : Annie was stunned as he handed her the book and found the right page, “That’s your mother.”
: : Annie looked and saw the same face as her own, older and rough for wear. She looked through the book as Michael said,
: : “Your mother was in Belize to investigate the lootings. To see if anything could be salvaged. She’ll be here in a few days to visit.”
: : Annie stared at a page in the book and said, “Who’s that?”
: : Michael looked at the picture and smiled, “Your grandfather. In his younger days.”
: : That picture was a familiar one, seen all over the world by others. It was none other than Indiana Jones.

: Hey everybody, it's been a while since I came to the Indyfan FFF! It's good to see those who stay in here. Anyway, I would definitely be interested in writing some chapters. Could the Forum Members be involved in the story? I've got an idea brewing in my head already! Let me know. See ya all!

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: : : Here's the story I promised. It's four chapters but starts with the idea I had. Tell me what you guys think, T.

: : : Chapter 1
: : : June 2001
: : : A young woman, about sixteen, was sitting in the library, intently reading the computer screen. Her wire-rims drooped slightly at the bridge of her nose, a strand of dark blond hair came loose from her ponytail and quickly tucked it behind her ear. Books were slammed down next to her, startling her out of her concentration.
: : : “Hey, Annie,” as a girl Annie’s age sat in the seat next to her.
: : : “Hi, Holly,” mumbling as she returned to read on the screen.
: : : “You’re supposed to be helping me,” the tone accusing, “After all, I wasn’t the one who was caught drinking in the library.”
: : : Annie sighed and said, “Okay, so I made a mistake. So what?”
: : : Holly huffed, “Listen, Jones, I don’t care if your father is the principal of the school….”
: : : They heard a noise and turned around to see another librarian putting away books, making motions to be quiet. Annie looked at Holly and said,
: : : “Sorry, I was on my break and was surfing the net. Problem?”
: : : Holly sighed and looked at the screen, “’Looting a lost civilization?’ Not this archeological stuff again?”
: : : “I saw it on the Indyfan site. I think it’s interesting.”
: : : It was a long debate with Annie and Holly. Ever since she could remember, Annie had heard everything regarding Indiana Jones from friends. She even snuck in one of the Indiana Jones movies when they were playing at the Cineplex when she was thirteen. It was an obsession about an unknown character with the same last name as hers. When she mentioned it to her parents, their faces had a blank look and told her it was nonsense, but she kept on pursuing it.
: : : “Well…” Holly said, as she grabbed books, “I’m shelving these. Come back to the real world and help me.”
: : : Annie groaned, took off her glasses, turned off the computer and grudgingly helped her, but kept glancing at the computer each time she past it.

: : : Chapter 2
: : : Annie walked home, the short four blocks with sun blaring hot. She went inside and yelled,
: : : “Mom, Dad. I’m home.”
: : : “In the kitchen,” her mother called.
: : : Annie went into the kitchen and saw her mother, who smiled at her from the counter making potato salad, “Hi, sweetheart.”
: : : “Hi, Mom,” as Annie grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, “What’s for dinner?”
: : : “A traditional barbeque. Uncle Eric and Aunt Jackie are coming over with the kids.”
: : : Annie groaned, “I’ll find my own dinner.”
: : : Her mother laughed, “They’re not that bad.”
: : : “Who’s not bad?” as Annie’s older brother, David, came in.
: : : “Your uncle and aunt,” her mother said, “Annie seems to think she’s better than them.”
: : : David chuckled and said, “That’s my sister for you. All brains and nose in the air.”
: : : Annie glared at him and said, “I’m going to change, Mom.”
: : : “Alright,” as Annie left for her room.
: : : An eerie feeling swept over her. When she looked at her mother, father, and brothers and sister, she noticed she didn’t look or act like any of them much. She always felt like a stranger, an outsider. It was a weird concept.
: : : She thought back when she found a trunk in the attic, filled with journals of travels from an H.J. and a few journals of heartache from an K.T.S. J. She thought at first it was written from some relative she didn’t know about it. She remembered her mother’s anxious look and her father’s stone face when she told them. Her father said that it was just junk they found in the library. But she felt they had hidden the truth from her. 
: : : Annie dismissed the idea in her head, My parents wouldn’t hide anything from me. I’m just being paranoid, as she changed into a tank top and shorts.
: : : She went downstairs to the table where her mother left the mail. She looked through it and saw a foreign letter, addressed to her Dad. She fingered the postmark and said, “Belize.”
: : : Her eyebrows drew up, Belize! That’s what was mention in the Mayan article, realizing
: : : “Annie, I need your help,” her mother called.
: : : “Coming,” as she put the letter in her pocket and went into the kitchen.

: : : Chapter 3 
: : : Annie picked through her dinner as her father looked at her, “Annie, are you alright?”
: : : “Fine,” as she faked a smile, “Super,” as she got up, “I’ll be right back.”
: : : Her father looked at her mother and said, “She’s been that way since she got home.”
: : : Michael Jones was concerned as he got up and saw Annie sitting on the stairs,
: : : “What’s wrong?”
: : : Annie looked at her father and asked, “Dad, who do you know in Belize?”
: : : Her father looked at her, “Belize? No one. Why?,” his voice was shaking a bit.
: : : Annie looked him in the eye, “You’re lying,” as started up the stairs.
: : : “Anna Marie,” her father raising his voice and grabbing her arm, “Listen to me.”
: : : “No,” she yelled as she waved a letter, “Someone wrote to you from Belize. And funny thing I read something about Mayan lootings. Who is it?”
: : : Her father’s face paled as Annie stormed up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind her.
: : : “Michael!”, as his wife came in, “What happened?”
: : : He looked at the letter in his hand and said, “Nicole, she found a letter I got today from Belize.”
: : : Nicole gasped and said, “Did she open it?”
: : : “No,” as he gazed sadly at his wife, “I think she suspects something. She has for a while.”
: : : “You can’t tell her,” softly, “It will make her hate us.”
: : : “No,” as he gazed in her eyes, “She’s old enough to know.”
: : : Nicole looked at him and sighed, “Go on,” as she walked back into the kitchen.

: : : Michael knocked on Annie’s door a half hour later,
: : : “Annie, can I come in?”
: : : “No,” shouting back.
: : : “Annie, please,” as he was shifting a book in his hands, “It’s about the letter.”
: : : A moment passed as he heard the lock turned in the doorknob. Annie looked at him and said,
: : : “Okay, Dad.”
: : : Michael sat in the chair as gestured her to sit, “Please sit, Annie. There’s much to tell.”
: : : Annie never saw such a serious look on her father’s face as she sat on the edge of the bed.
: : : “Anna,” her father started, “For years, we’ve raised you as an intellgent person, a free mind. We’ve never thought this day would come.”
: : : “Come for what?”
: : : Michael looked at her, took a deep breath and said,
: : : “Your mother and I are not your real parents. We’re your aunt and uncle.”

: : : Chapter 4
: : : Annie’s face registered shock, “What?”, raising her voice.
: : : Michael cleared his voice, “More than sixteen years ago, your mother and I were told by my sister, your mother,” as he choked, “That she was pregnant, a one night stand…”
: : : “My mother was a prostitute?”
: : : “No, not Laurie,” shaking his head, “Your mother, she, well was a free spirit.”
: : : “You mean she was in cult or something?”
: : : Michael shook his head, “She’s a lot like your grandfather was.”
: : : Annie tried to remember him, an old man that told bizarre stories of being in Europe as a spy, dealing with Facists and fighting Nazis. She was told that the stories were made up as she looked at her father-turned-uncle as he nodded,
: : : “All of your grandfather’s stories were true. He was an archeologist, just like your mother is. And they are both famous in their own right.”
: : : “What are their names?”
: : : “Your mother’s birth name is Lauren Jones and she goes by the name Alexandra Stephens.”
: : : Annie was surprised, she had read numerous of articles of Dr. Stephens and kept comparing her style to Indiana Jones’s. It was the same actions and mannerisms. Michael looked at Annie and said,
: : : “Lauren wanted you so much but your mother--,” as he corrected herself, “Your Aunt Nicole and I decided that it would be best if we raised you until her traveling calmed down.”
: : : “So you decided to deceive me?”
: : : “It doesn’t seem that way,” Michael said, “Your grandfather agreed with us that traveling with your mother wouldn’t have been healthy. You could have been hurt or killed. We wanted you to have a normal life. Lauren agreed, knowing that when we thought it was right, you would go to her.”
: : : Annie was stunned as he handed her the book and found the right page, “That’s your mother.”
: : : Annie looked and saw the same face as her own, older and rough for wear. She looked through the book as Michael said,
: : : “Your mother was in Belize to investigate the lootings. To see if anything could be salvaged. She’ll be here in a few days to visit.”
: : : Annie stared at a page in the book and said, “Who’s that?”
: : : Michael looked at the picture and smiled, “Your grandfather. In his younger days.”
: : : That picture was a familiar one, seen all over the world by others. It was none other than Indiana Jones.

: : Hey everybody, it's been a while since I came to the Indyfan FFF! It's good to see those who stay in here.  Anyway, I would definitely be interested in writing some chapters. Could the Forum Members be involved in the story? I've got an idea brewing in my head already! Let me know. See ya all!

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