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 Kirk Hammett Jr. Series
Anna convinced me to do this . . . 
I am going to start off with the list of (main) characters. Please take note of the following:
-Cliff is still alive and still in MetallicA in this series
-Kirk Jr. is the narrator. He is narrating from his adulthood and talking about his childhood, the past.
I wrote this story a long time ago, when I didn't like Lani, and so originally she was the "bad person" in the story. But I think I am going to change that a little. Here goes:
Time: Starts in 1994.
Characters:
Kirk Hammett Jr.: Narrator. DOB: 11/20/86 (two days after his dad's bday!). Born on an airplane on its way back to San Francisco, in the middle of his dad's
tour. Mother - name unknown; from Palawan, a Filipino island; leaves the family in 1989 and goes back to Philippines. Kirk
Jr. begins playing guitar at age five, on the Black tour, and becomes obsessed with following his dad's footsteps. He also
models and acts, and ends up being even richer and more famous than his father. He looks just like his dad but his
personality is the opposite - outgoing, a leader, always in the center of attention. When off tour, he attends the most
prestigious preparatory school in San Francisco and is the most popular boy in school. He forms a group of boys that, like
him, are pro-skateboarders (yet another talent of his). Very busy, intelligent (and rich) young man.
Dad: DOB: 11/18/62. Loves Junior and is proud of him but, not having a good father figure, is a little too slack on the parenting. Is VERY
impressed with his guitar playing. He is close to his son on tour because they share everything (hotel room, guitars, life).
But when off tour they tend to drift apart a little. Even off tour Dad is still caught up in the rock n' roll lifestyle
(women and drugs) and Kirk Jr. can get a little upset about that, but brushes it aside when he convinces himself that his
father would never get serious. but when Dad does get serious with a particular woman, his son flips.
Stephanie Justice: Kirk Jr.'s best friend. DOB: 4/12/83. She meets Kirk Jr. at the Guitar Center when he is just seven years
old. Kirk Jr. is playing one of Dad's songs when Stephanie comes in on bass behind him. Instantly they click and become
best friends. Kirk Jr., just having got off tour at this moment in time, is thrilled to have met a friend in this stand-still
city. Stephanie has come from Florida. Her lifestyle was similar to Kirk Jr.'s - mom a little too interested in the opposite
sex and drugs; opposite-sex parent out of the picture. In some sense they bond over this.
The Kontrollers: This is the group that Kirk Jr. forms at his off-tour school, P. Demsey Preparatory School. Each boy in this
group is both a pro-skateboarder and a musician, so a band is formed from this group too. The group consists of: Greg Bailey,
drums; Dayne Dobson, bass; Derek Didier, guitar; and Ian Fantasy, guitar. There are three guitarists in the band and Kirk Jr.
insists on being both the lead singer and lead guitar player. These are the most popular boys at P. Demsey Prep.
Taylor Shayfer: Kirk Jr.'s girlfriend. DOB: 1/15/85. Taylor's parents are fashion designers so she is also very rich. She
lives in Pacific Heights, four houses away from Kirk Jr. She also plays guitar and her group of girls at school has a band.
Her group at school is called Leather N' Lace - named after Taylor's parents' latest chain of clothes. She is quite snotty,
arrogant about her riches, which does not help Kirk Jr.'s attitude toward riches. When they are together they act like king
and queen and tend to think that they are superior than others.
Greg Bailey: Kirk Jr.'s good friend. DOB: 6/2/85. Like mentioned above, Greg is Kirk Jr.'s drummer. He is a little bit
closer to Kirk Jr. than the rest of the boys in the group are. Greg tends to dress in 70's clothing on stage and has an afro.
He and Stephanie play bass and drums for Kirk Jr. on his very first tour - a two month stint across America in June/July
1996. Because of the way he dresses and his 'fro, people at school call him "Soul Man".
John Chestney: Kirk Jr.'s vice principal. DOB: 3/7/41. Chestney was a priest at Kirk Sr.'s Catholic School back in the day.
Now, he is vice principal at P. Demsey Prep, and the minute he sees the name "Kirk Hammett Jr." on the list he freaks out.
Because he did not like Kirk Sr. when he was a child (those horrible Monster comic books!) he immediately decides that he
does not like Kirk Jr. And, sure enough, Kirk Jr. is a troublemaker, always wanting to be in the center of attention, never
having any regard for the rules. Chestney reminds Kirk Jr. at least twice a day that he is no good, just like his father.
Tammy Coolitt: Kirk Jr.'s principal. DOB: 8/11/63. Unlike her coworker Mr. Chestney, Coolitt loves Kirk Jr. She has always
been both a Metallica fan and a Kirk Jr. fan and loved their works. She is delighted to have Kirk Jr. in her school. Kirk Jr.
develops a respect for her. Even better, "Miss Tammy" even starts going out with Kirk's dad at one point! Kirk Jr. hopes they
will get married. But they don't last, and a woman Kirk does not like comes into their lives.
Lani Gruttadauro: Kirk Sr.'s girlfriend. DOB: Who knows? But she is younger than Dad! Kirk Jr. and Kirk Sr. arrange a day to
spend time together, because they haven't had enough time together. But Kirk Sr. does not keep good track of time and when
that special Wednesday comes around, Kirk Sr. mistakens it for Tuesday and goes out with Lani. Kirk Jr. is livid. He and
Stephanie decided to plot revenge on whoever took Dad's time away. It turns out to be Lani and this is how they get started
on the wrong foot . . .
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Beginning of Fan Fic:
It was 1994, and Dad and I had just gotten off what we called "The Long Tour". We'd had fun on that tour, and Dad had even taught me how to play guitar. During part of the tour I went to LA to film a movie, then I rejoined Dad on tour in New York.
When we got off tour, Dad said we were getting a new house. It was an old museum and Dad was going to convert it into a place of our own. It lie in Pacific Heights, the richest neighborhood in San Francisco.
"You have two choices," Dad told me in reference to my schooling. "You can keep your tutor that you had on the road, Mr. Branson, or you can go to a school here."
I decided to finish the end of the 1993-1994 school year with Mr. Branson. That summer, Dad and I looked at the schools in the area. Mr. Branson had gotten me well ahead for my age level, plus he had commented that my IQ was well over average. He recommended P. Demsey Prep, the most prestigious preparatory school in Northern California.
The summer for me was weird. I was used to being on tour with Dad and getting to see all kinds of cool cities. Now we were settling in this big old city and I did not know anyone at all. I helped Dad get all our stuff unpacked in our new home, scared to go out and explore this city that would be our home until the next tour.
In the new house, Dad said I could have the second floor all to myself! It was a huge place after all. Dad chose the third floor as his own, and said we would share the first floor. But the second floor had two restrooms, a kitchen, a laundry room, mini-auditorium, Jacuzzi, and sauna!
Living off tour wasn't so bad after all!
Having its own kitchen and laundry room was good though, because it taught me how to be responsible. Dad did not want me to be too spoiled (thought it kind of ended up being that way).
One sunny Tuesday in July when I had finished arranging my bedroom, Dad said that I should go out, take a walk, take a break. He told me not to go too far.
"Can I go to the Guitar Center?" I asked. It wasn't far from Pacific Heights.
"Okay, go there and then come home," he replied. "Take my cell phone. You'll be getting one of your own on your birthday if you're good."
I beamed. Not many people had cell phones back in '94!
I was good at reading maps because people had taught me how to read them on tour. I used it to navigate my way down to the Guitar Center. When I got there, I selected a Jackson DR3, plugged it in, and began to play. People were already staring at me in awe. They knew whose son I was.
I decided, of course, to put on a show. I began playing "Enter Sandman" and waving my long curly hair around like Dad always did.
Then, to my surprise, somebody came in on bass behind me! I whirled around and saw a tall blond girl not that much older than me holding a Rickenbacker and pounding away.
When we were done jamming on the song I asked her what her name was.
"Stephanie Justice," she replied. We shook hands. "Man, I can't believe you're really his son! You look even more like him in real life."
I smiled and asked where she lived. She lived South of Market.
We jammed some more, then she asked if I wanted to hang out.
"Well, I really should get back to my dad. We're still unpacking," I told her. I gave her my new phone number.
And that's how Stephanie Justice became my best friend . . .
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Stephanie was from Stuckey, Florida. "Redneckville," she called it. "Everybody, and I mean everybody, was racist. Most of us lived in trailers. I lived with my mom. She couldn't keep away from the men. She didn't care too much."
Steph was living South of Market, like I said, with a teenage boy and older man. I didn't question the arrangement but would later learn that it was an illegal setup.
I didn't question it because, after all, Dad and I were not your average family. It was just me and him, and I liked it that way. We didn't need anyone else - we had made plenty of success, just the two of us, together.
I didn't ask Dad about my mother, who had taken off when I was about two. I hadn't even seen her leave. Dad and I went off on the Justice tour, and when we came back, she was gone. I was actually relieved, because she had been abusive. My justification as a kid was that "she was mean, so she didn't belong with us". I never asked Dad where she was; he was talking to Uncle Lars about her going back to the Philippines and that was how I knew where she was. (For your info, I call Cliff, James and Lars - Dad's bandmates - "uncle". They were the only other family we needed!)
Anyway, Steph came to hang out with me almost every day. She was a brilliant bass player. She had started at age eight back in Florida; she was now eleven years old and very tall for her age.
We looked funny together, Stephanie and me. Steph was tall and kind of chubby (a cute kind of chubby) with long, straight blond hair and bright blue eyes. She had very fair skin which went red if she stayed in the sun too long.
I, on the other hand, was short, skinny, and dark-skinned since I am more Filipino than Dad is. I have a riot of curly black hair just like he does, and brown thoughtful eyes. Steph and I must have looked like the Odd Couple when walking down the street together. She was five-nine, and I was only about four foot two! Who would have thought we were only three years apart?
Dad was happy that I had made a friend. He would invite her to dinner with us, and offer to drive her home so she wouldn't have to lug her bass all the way back to South of Market. But the dinners together decreased because I had my own kitchen now, and was learning to cook. I had never liked Dad's food much because he is a vegetarian (what kid likes veggies?) and so I learned how to cook my own way. I discovered that I had a talent, and began to cook for Steph and me all the time.
Then school started at the end of August. When I entered Demsey there were three other new boys that enrolled with me. We quickly learned that Demsey was divided into groups which all had names. There was Sevens, which had to have exactly seven people and would recite things in sevens (such as the seven deadly sins); there was Channel 4, a group of people who ran the morning news at Demsey; Masterpiece, the artists of the school; Leather N' Lace, girls whose leader, Taylor Shayfer's, parents were fashion designers and designed all their clothes; Team Tumble, the four largest kids in school who had formed a wrestling team, and TRAK (which stood for the first letters of the kids' first names - Trixie, Rhys, Andy, and Katie).
Goodness! Which group would I be able to join? And then, looking at the three new boys next to me in the lobby that day, I declared, "Hey - why don't we form our own group?"
They didn't want to not fit in and so they agreed. Their names were Derek Didier, Dayne Dobson, and Greg Bailey. Turned out they all lived in Pacific Heights too!
To my astonishment they all played a musical instrument also. Greg played drums, and Dayne and Derek - who had been best friends since they were little - had started out on guitar (Derek) and bass guitar (Dayne).
It was perfect.
We settled on the name "The Kontrollers", because our goal was to dominate the school and put the rest of the groups to shame!
As we discussed our roles, waiting for the vice principal to come out into the lobby to show us around the school, a man suddenly came out and said, "Excuse me. I think I need to utter a prayer."
The secretary asked, "Why?"
"Because Kirk Hammett Jr. has just come to this school. I was a priest at his father's Catholic school many years ago, and he is the spitting image." He turned to me. "Hopefully you are not as much trouble as your father was."
I grinned sheepishly. I could tell that he didn't like me because of whatever mischief my dad had caused at the Catholic school.
"My name is Mr. Chestney," the man continued. He had graying hair and cold green eyes. "I am your vice principal. Allow me to show you around the school."
Wow, I couldn't wait to tell Dad about this one - and hear all his stories about this guy!
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Dad picked me up from school that day. It was funny seeing him, the King of Heavy Metal Guitarists, waiting in the long line of cars with everybody else. Finally his new Land Cruiser pulled up in line and I jumped into the passenger seat.
I immediately told him about the groups - then about Mr. Chestney.
He looked shocked. "Oh, wow! Mr. Chestney! The priest at my Catholic school? Man. That guy was crazy." He let out a small laugh as we pulled out of the line and onto the main road.
"Whenever I brought any of my horror comics there he would get all offended. He said that I was trouble and up to no good all the time. I think the worst was when he told me that I had the Devil trapped inside me. One day I got detention for reading my Monster magazine in class. Detention was at his house. He waved the crucifix all over me and shouted in a foreign language, I guess it was Latin. I don't think I'd ever been so frightened in my life!" Dad chuckled.
"What's a crucifix?" I asked.
"A wooden cross with Jesus Christ nailed to it. A symbol, you know."
I didn't know much about Jesus Christ and I don't think I had ever seen a crucifix before at that point in my life. But this Chestney guy sounded crazy. I hoped I didn't get detention with him at his house!
Later on that day, Greg, Dayne and Derek came over for dinner like I had asked them to. I was making chicken alfredo.
They were fairly impressed by my worldly goods, but being Pacific Heights people themselves, they weren't too shocked.
I told them to talk about themselves. Derek went first. He was ten, and had had private tutoring up until now. He and Dayne had shared a tutor ever since they were five. Derek had long brown hair and liked to dress gothic. His dad was a Rabbi at the nearest synagogue over on California Street. But that wasn't how they made their living. Like Dayne's parents, Derek's parents were investors who had gotten rich off of stocks and bonds.
Dayne talked next. He had red hair in a mohawk, which he never changed in all the years I had known him. He was nine, about to turn ten, and he and Derek had lived across the street from one another since age three. He and Derek were huge fans of Dad's music and my acting and attempt at musicianship. They were impressed with my skateboarding, too, and decided they wanted to get better at skateboarding themselves.
Greg went last. He was eight, and he had been born and raised in San Francisco. His parents had old money. He had been playing drums since he was six; his uncle had taught him. What I thought was cool about Greg was his afro. He looked like a kid from the seventies!
They all liked my alfredo. When we were done, we all had a dip in the Jacuzzi, which was shaped like a guitar, and sat there being rich brats. It wasn't so bad, settling here in San Francisco, I decided.
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Now let me explain about P. Demsey Prep. It is divided into academic levels: A1-4, B1-4, and C1-4. A1 is the highest, most intelligent group, and C4 is the lowest group. Would you believe that after I finished my testing I was placed in A1? Dad was so proud!
All the boys in my Kontrollers group ended up in the A range, so we were thrilled about it.
We settled into Demsey just as fast as we hoped we would. As we gained popularity, Chestney's hatred intensified. We were michievous, of course, and it wasn't long before Chestney was reminding me daily that I was up to no good, just like my father.
One day, not long after my eighth birthday, I had plugged in during lunch and was playing a Cradle of Filth song called "All Hope Lost in Eclipse". I found the riffing to be fun because it was so fast.
Chestney stormed over and turn off my amp, unplugging the cord to my guitar.
I continued to play unplugged, banging my head, people around me cheering me on.
So Chestney marched up and grabbed the guitar, yanking it off my neck.
That didn't stop me. I played air guitar, carrying on headbanging.
Chestney grabbed my arm and dragged me away. "To MY OFFICE!" he shouted.
When we got to his office, he quipped, "Boy, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"All I want to do is follow in my dad's footsteps, Mr. Chestney," I said innocently.
"Ha! You already have done that by being a troublemaker!" he shouted angrily.
Luckily the principal, Miss Coolitt, liked me. She had been a diehard fan of Metallica since they began, and became a fan of me from my birth onward. "The Hammetts - what a wondeful pair of gentlemen," she would marvel to anyone who would listen - and Mr. Chestney would roll his eyes and groan.
Because we succeeded in dominating the school, we made friends and we made enemies. For the most part we were friends with everybody in Sevens, Channel 4, and Masterpiece. Leather N' Lace loved us, and that it wasn't long that I developed a crush for Taylor. Everybody knew that Greg liked Adair O'Dell, another girl in that group. Leather N' Lace spent quite a bit of time at my house too.
Our enemies ended up being Team Tumble (I swear these kids were all brawn and no brains; therefore they MUST have gotten into the school on the sole basis of money. They were in level C4) and TRAK. I later learned that Andy Holt, one of their members, was the son of Dad's ex-bandmate in his previous band, Exodus. What I didn't have a clue about was that he was insanely jealous of me and my dad because my dad and I had gotten rich and famous - and he and his dad hadn't! Just because of that he hated my guts.
Through all these people, Stephanie was still my best friend. We shared our most intimate secrets with each other; things we would never tell anybody else. She was there when Dad was drunk or high, or surrounded by nameless women downstairs. She saw everything that happened behind closed doors.
She was even there when one of the women who supposedly had been going with Dad came upstairs to sexually abuse me. She had only gone out with Dad to get to me, and thankfully my bodyguard-sized best friend had been there to throw her out of the house. (We filed a police report but the ***** left the country so that she couldn't be charged.)
Steph saw everything and none of my other friends did. It made me mad when my other friends (and enemies) thought that I had this ideal life and that everything was perfect. But these were the things that brought my very best friend and me closer.
I got angry when Andy Holt shouted at me one day, "It must be great having perfect hair, a perfect smile, and a perfect LIFE!"
I could understand why they all thought my life was perfect. I was the most popular boy in school, had just made $15 million off my last movie that I'd starred in, and I had a Jacuzzi and sauna on MY OWN FLOOR in my house. I had a promising future because of my guitar playing skills. Being popular also meant setting trends - what clothes to wear, new slang, cosmetics. Yes, cosmetics - when I got braces because I didn't want my teeth to be crooked like Dad's, everybody decided they wanted a perfect smile too! The Kontrollers all got braces as well as all of Leather N' Lace and different people in some of the other groups. It was ridiculous!
So I figured, Andy Holt can think whatever he wanted to. He had no clue what really went on and never would, but that was okay. None of them really would . . .
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Kirk's son? Hmm...what an interesting concept!
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The isolation between Dad and I grew when I went down to LA again to film the movie He Said. It's about a boy (I play him) whose dad is a psychopath. He is having affairs with other women and the boy is not stupid, he knows what is going on. Then the mom finds out, and the dad freaks out and kills her right in front of the boy. My character, Peter, had to testify in court (hence the title He Said). His dad threatened Peter that if he told the truth he would kill him too.
But Peter tells the truth anyway and gets his dad locked up . . .
I hoped Dad would like it because it was kind of like a horror story. He said he liked the suspense aspect of it, but was more into classic horror stories with monsters and stuff.
I groaned because He Said, in my opinion, was the best movie I'd ever done.
When I was down there filming it, I hoped Dad would come down to visit me, but he didn't as much as I would have liked.
As the spring of 1995 went on I strived to make Dad proud. I started playing guitar live at different clubs around San Francisco, shredding away on stage in front of tons of people. They all thought it was brilliant. I constantly heard the comment that, like my dad, I had a promising career ahead of me.
I still did modeling and state skateboarding competitions. Then I went to Nationals and got REALLY busy. So did Dad. I was not sure what exactly he was doing or where he was, but he seemed to never be home when I was home.
That brought sorrow into my heart to come home to an empty house, so I insisted that Stephanie come over and spend the night. At one point she was there weeks at a time.
Well, one Monday night I was finishing up an essay for school when a delicious smell entered my nostrils.
Dad was cooking green bean casserole downstairs! Mmmm!
Although I wasn't a big veggie fan, I couldn't resist Dad's GBC. So I saved my essay and got into the elevator to go downstairs (did I forget to mention the elevator? Well heck, you didn't expect us to have to lug a Marshall stack up three flights of stairs, did you? LOL.)
The elevator doors slid open on the first floor and I slowly proceeded to the kitchen, hoping that Dad was not high or drunk or in a bad mood for any other reason.
When he heard my light footsteps, he called, "Come on in, Prince."
I loved it when he called me by my pet nickname - it felt good, like hitting a warm spot in a cold lake. You see, when I was three years old, somebody once called Dad "The King of Metal". I asked him, "Dad, is it true that you're a king?"
He had laughed and replied, "If I'm a king, then you're my prince." So the nickname stuck. I loved it; it was between just me and Dad and it made me feel special.
Dad and I sat down to a bowl each of steaming green bean casserole. As we ate, Dad declared, "Son, we haven't been spending enough time together. We've been too busy doing all these silly little things and it is time that we paid attention to what really matters."
I felt so happy that I could have sung. "When can you hang out, Dad?" I asked him. We had not hung out in a long time. It was a shame, because out of all of us Kontrollers, Dad was the only "cool" parent. He was the youngest. Dayne's parents were really old, and Derek's were too square, and Greg's were too rigid. Dad knew how to be trendy and open-minded, so it was okay when he chilled with us. We would go to festivals and markets altogether and enjoy him coming with us, giving us insight on the latest trends. Some of them we incorporated into our style at school.
"Hmm," Dad responded to my question, "How about Wednesday? But then again you have school-"
"We're off this week," I lied. It was the last week, so did it really matter? Final exams were over!
"Alright. I can cancel my date with Lani, I guess."
Whoever Lani was, she could move over! Dad was mine!
Dad and I watched TV together after eating, then he took me upstairs and tucked me into bed. I had my headgear on because of my braces, and he made a comment that it was cute.
"Cute?" I cried. "I look like a monster!"
Then again that was probably why he did think it was cute!
"Don't forget Wednesday," I mumbled through my headgear as he walked out the door.
"It's a date," he whispered.
The next day, I was so excited that I couldn't stop singing. I went from class to class with my guitar around my shoulders, playing and singing happy songs.
"Hey bro, what have you been smoking?" Greg asked me, and I just laughed at him. I couldn't tell anybody but Stephanie the truth. I told her after school that day.
"Wow! That's great! I hope you guys have fun," she said.
I could barely sleep Tuesday night. I woke up at six sharp, well alert, and jumped into my clothes. I whistled, wondering where in the house Dad and I were supposed to meet. He hadn't specified which floor or time to meet on.
I walked up to his floor and checked his room. He wasn't there - the bed was neatly made. He wasn't anywhere on his floor at all. I went to the first. Not there.
I checked the driveway, and sure enough, the Land Cruiser was missing.
My heart sank - but then I figured he was going out to get stuff for our big day.
I sat on the doorstep and read a book.
I finished the book and realized three hours had passed.
Then I gave up. He had forgotten - he wasn't coming.
Rage flew up and I saw red as I seethed in my anger. I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going - my legs lifted up, one by one, as my body soared down the driveway and out onto Divisadero. I torpedoed further up the road and eventually ended up in Golden Gate Park.
Stephanie was sitting on a park bench, smoking a cigarette. When she saw my anger, she groaned, "Aw, ****. Don't tell me he wasn't there."
I responded by drawing back my leg and kicking a suspended trash can next to the bench. CLINK! It flew off and rolled down the path, emptying its contents.
"Hey, whoa, if you wanna talk, I'm here. But if you're gonna redecorate the park, I'm outta here," Steph said.
I burst out laughing. You couldn't stay mad long with Steph.
But I was still bitter. "Whoever took his time away from me is going to pay," I growled, tears flowing fresh.
"We must get revenge," Steph agreed. "Hey, I got an idea . . ." And the plan unfolded.
Later on that night, we were ready. Stephanie had seen this in a movie once. She was parked in the hedges on the driveway, with a bucket of water. I was standing on the roof with an open sack of flour, ready to hurl it down at the offender.
We sat there, waiting and waiting and waiting. Finally at about nine, Dad's Land Cruiser pulled up. There was an ugly woman sitting in the passenger seat next to him.
She got out of the car. Ew! She had a pointy chin like a witch's and piercing eyes. I hated her immediately just because the day with Dad should have been MINE, not hers!
"NOW!" Steph hollered, and she sprang out of the bushes and doused the woman in water. The woman screamed.
My turn! I heaved the bag of flour off the roof, and it all fell on top of her.
Steph and I burst out laughing.
Dad looked like he had just wet himself. "What the HELL is going on here?" he shouted.
I raced down to Dad's floor via the stairwell to the roof and then down to my floor. I locked the doors to my floor, then rushed over to the elevator and put it in lock position. Now neither Dad nor this Lani witch could get up here!
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IMO better than the other beginning. 
I'm waiting for more as you already know. 
I hope you post more. 
