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Chapter 240
I’m Vernon Chavez, though most people call me Vern. My dad is Jeremiah, and my mom is the super cute and pretty Yvette.
At twelve years old, I’m already a little man who can hold my own. Grandma always says that when I was born, my mom was racing a professional driver on the day she went into labor. She got to the hospital just in time to give birth—within half an hour, I was here.
The first thing my silly dad said when he saw me was how wrinkled and ugly I looked. Humph. He’s the ugly one. I take after Mom, inheriting her beauty and charm. All the kids at kindergarten said I was the most handsome, and I often had little girls fighting to sit next to me.
Grandpa says Dad was the same way when he was little.
It was Grandpa who gave me my name. Apparently, my name almost caused a family debate. Great-grandfather thought a simple name like “Big Baby” would be better, but Grandpa wasn’t having it. Grandma didn’t like the name Grandpa picked either. And as for my unreliable dad? He didn’t even get involved in the naming process.
After three days of back-and-forth, the family finally agreed on one name—Vernon. Grandpa was the one who chose it.
When I was three, my annoying dad sent me to the army, despite objections from my great-grandfather and my grandparents. He said it was to train my physical abilities and develop my character, but I knew the real reason. He just wanted to keep Mom all to himself. I wasn’t fooled. Humph…
I kept a little notebook where I jotted down all of Dad’s “misdeeds.” I’ve already decided that when I grow up, I’ll send him to that tiny island in the Pacific that Grandma gave to Mom to completely cut him off from the world.
At four years old, I got kidnapped by some bad guys. But I wasn’t scared at all. They even pointed a gun at my head, but I had been playing with guns since I was little. Every year, Eagle King and Flying Fish would send every new weapon on the market to Skyland, on time, without fail. The guns the bad guys had didn’t even have bullets loaded. Were they trying to fool me? I wasn’t some amateur. I reminded the guys of that.
They just stared at me, confused. It was clear they were the clueless ones.
Soon enough, Mom and Dad came to my rescue. Mom was so cool—she didn’t say a word, just took down those bad guys one by one. They cried and begged for mercy, but Mom didn’t even glance at them. She didn’t even look at me either. I knew she was mad and wouldn’t listen to my excuses.
Dad didn’t scold me, though. He asked, “Did you think it was fun to leave with the bad guys, even though you knew it was dangerous? Did you think about how your great-grandfather and grandparents would feel?”
At the time, I just shook my head, clueless. Dad squatted down, picked me up, and looked at me seriously. “Your mom isn’t upset because you had fun,” he said. “She’s upset because you made everyone worry about you. Do you understand?”
That day, I went home crying and apologized to my great-grandfather and grandparents.
Later, when I was older, I learned that my kidnapping had thrown Betrico into chaos. Great-grandpa almost mobilized Mr. Mitchell’s troops to search for me, and my grandparents stayed up all night, worried sick. Grandma even had a headache that lasted two weeks.
Mr. Yates, Andrew, Bonnie, Flying Fish, and Eagle King all rushed back from Mysonna just to find me.
When I was older, I asked Mom why she wasn’t worried like everyone else was. She just gave me a calm look and said, “If you’re brave enough to go out with someone, then you should be able to come back on your own.”
