"ON YOUR KNEES! I won't tell you again, chump."Then it fell silent. Although I couldn't see from the top of the stairs, a lump rose to my throat at th... thought of my father being forced to kneel before another man, and in front of my sweet mother to boot."Good", said Mr Jackson. "Now get on all fours so I can kick your ass."There was a horrible silence as my poor father complied. The kick was so hard I heard it from my perch on the landing."Say 'thank you Mr Jackson'."I heard my father mumble. .. what do you want to call me. What comes naturally?"I thought for a moment. "Fiona," I said."Okay! I like that. Every time you say it I'll be reminded of you calling out to me as I ran away."We started walking again, but this time her arm was round my waist and mine round her shoulder. It slowed us down, but, after all, we had all the time in the world.They do say the path of true love is never smooth and certainly our relationship hadn't developed smoothly. The next obstacle I still believe. Her long black hair spilled freely over her shoulders. The elevator creaked , and then stopped between the fourth and the fifth floor. There was a strange humming sound. The girl’s eyes bulged and she dug her fingertips nervously into her small purse. Her chin shot up angrily. I mumbled, reaching out to press the button again. “That tops it!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger, then leaned back on the wall and sighed. The elevator trembled for a brief moment, then plunged down. I. I called her." But Miss Calloway?" Miss Calloway said that we could stay until six. The school is open for the dance anyway. Are you going to do it again, or just stand there all night?"Kelly re-chalked her hands. "You did this for me?" Nope, for the team. If you don't learn to keep those legs together, we're gonna lose points. Besides, I had nothing better to do tonight." Which was true. The high school dance was tomorrow night. Why they decided to have the middle school dance on Tuesday and.