Homewrecked Series [Chapter 1]

Homewrecked Series [Chapter 1]

A Chapter by Patrick Bienert
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Chapter 1.

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 David Dawson is an American citizen. He and his wife Claire, a Filipina, met and got married in the Philippines. They have two children: Sabrina Jade, who is the eldest and already graduated from high school; Randolph Craig, the youngest, is about to start his high school life. But this year, the Dawson parents decided that it was much better if they migrated to David's hometown, Washington State.

 
Claire and their two children were ecstatic since they had never been out of the country. For most Filipinos, America was not only the land of opportunity and wonder, but also the best place to live in. So when all of their requirements were finished, they were on the earliest flight to the United States.
 
Airplane, Somewhere Above The Middle East [2:33 P.M.]
 
Sabrina: (Whispers) Mom.
 
Claire: What?
 
Sabrina: This is it! We're on a plane! We're going to America!
 
Randolph: You are so ignorant. I can't believe you're my sister.
 
Sabrina: Speak for yourself. You've never been on a plane either.
 
Randolph: At least I'm not acting like some deranged lunatic. We're going to America, big deal. (Clutches the edge of his seat) Oh my god, mom. We're going to America.
 
Claire: (Giggles) I know, son! I can't believe it!
 
David: (Gets woken up by the loud voices) Keep your voices down.
 
Sabrina: (Stares out the window) Mom! I can see Europe below!
 
Randolph: How do you know it's Europe?
 
Sabrina: Because it's big, duh. Take a look.
 
Claire: Isn't Europe in Africa?
 
Randolph: I don't know, I think so.
 
Sabrina: What a huge city.
 
Randolph: It's not a city, dumb. It's a country.
 
Sabrina: I wasn't talking to you, Mr. Know-It-All.
 
Claire: (Raises a finger to her lips) Ssh! We don't want the other passengers to think it's our first time.
 
Randolph: It is our first time.
 
Claire: I know, but still. We have to pretend it's not.
 
A man two seats ahead of them signals to a flight attendant.
 
Man: (In an equally loud voice) Excuse me, miss, could you be so kind as to fetch me two rolls of duct tape and shut those bloody chinks up in the back?
 
Sabrina: What's a chink, mom?
 
Man: (Furiously) It means Chinese, cockface!
 
Randolph: (Impressed) That man answered you, Sabrina.
 
Claire: Oh, how wonderful. He sounds British. They're really nice people. Very helpful.
 
Man: (To the stewardess) Please transfer me to another seat. In the loo or somewhere. Anywhere.
 
Taxi, Washington D.C [11:57 P.M.]
 
Claire: (Amazed) So this is Washington? It's beautiful!
 
David: It's even more beautiful at day.
 
Claire: Why, do the buildings change color or something?
 
Taxi Driver: (Snorts) No ma'am, he means that you can see a lot more of the city at day than at night.
 
David: (Annoyed) She knows what I meant.
 
Sabrina: (Rolls down the window) That building looks familiar!
 
David: It's the White House, honey.
 
Claire: Wow.
 
Sabrina: Ooh! Really? It's beautiful!
 
Randolph: I bet you don't know who the current President is!
 
Sabrina: Don't be stupid. Everyone knows who he is.
 
Claire: That's it, Sab! Show him!
 
Sabrina: For your information, Randolph Pea-Brain, the current U.S President is Prince William Louis.
 
Silence in the taxicab.
 
 
 
 


© 2009 Patrick Bienert


Author's Note

Patrick Bienert
God, I wasn't too focused when I made this. Do you think it's funny? :(

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I think its good, and has posability to be great with the right amount of time put in. And classic sibling rivalry, I like it. Good luck with the rest of your story. I have a feeling its going to be good.

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Patrick Bienert
Patrick Bienert

Metro Manila, Philippines



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I am of German and Filipino ancestry. I consider writing both a passion and hobby. I write anything - novels, short stories, poems, plays. I am a teenager, yet people perceive me as someone more matur.. more..

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