Written By : Pamela James
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She soon tried her luck down the road to the recommended Moe’s Motel.
“Excuse me,” she said allowed while stepping into the reception room,
“Do you have any rooms available?”
The manager looked up at her and smiled,
“Welcome, of course we do.”
She instantly smiled.
“Have a long trip?” he said while taking out a form.
“No, no. It’s just that you’re the fourth motel I’ve been to. All the others wouldn’t take me,” she said.
He rose an eyebrow and handed her the form.
“That’s surprising. Considering its the off-season.”
As she filled out her form, she began to wonder about that too.
“So what brings you here at this time anyways.”
“Well,” she started,
“My family’s in a tight situation right now so we need to stay in a motel for a little while.”
He hummed in understanding.
She gave back the form and he smiled and started typing in the name.
“Daniella…Jason,” he called out slowly while typing out her name.
“Are you by any chance related to Mr Jason Jackson?”
She beamed in recognition,
“That’s right. He’s my dad.”
He suddenly made a grim face and smiled awkwardly.
“Is something wrong?”
He hesitate before looking at her with a confused face,
“I’m not sure you’re aware of this,” he started out slowly,
“but you’re blacklisted.”
She froze for a second before taking it in.
“Yeah, it says here that we shouldn’t let anyone with the last name of Jason.”
“That couldn’t possibly be me. I’ve never done anything to be blacklisted,” she said perplexed.
“Are you born in April third?”
“Then, it’s definitely it’s you.”
“There could be hundreds of people with the last name of Jason born on April third!” she retaliated.
“Besides, I don’t recall ever being told that I was being blacklisted.”
“I’m sorry, but that’s just what the system says so unfortunately I can’t take you,” he said.
“Tell me what exactly I’m being blacklisted for,” she said stubbornly.
He glanced at the computer and swerved the screen around so she could see the online entry.
“You see here,” he pointed at the red entry at the top of the screen,
“It says here you are in direct violation of disobeying against authority.”
Daniella stepped in closer and read it carefully.
Seeing the bright red box at the top with the letters clearly indicating that she was not allowed to be accepted by any motels or any accommodation in general was shocking.
“What the–” she said in complete surprise.
“Is that even a real reason? And I’ve never done anything to go against an authority,” she remarked quite confused.
“The biggest thing I’ve ever done was not going to the principal’s office when the teacher told me to.”
He shrugged his shoulders at her.
He turned the computer screen back around and gave her a look of pity.
“Look, I would believe that you were entered in here by mistake. But unfortunately, I can’t do much. I’m sorry.”
She glanced at him and gave a tired sigh.
“Thank you anyway. At least I now know why I’ve been getting rejected every time.”
Daniella abruptly left the building before the man could utter another word and as she rushed outside into the cold air she felt an unsuspecting gush of wind hit her face.
‘What in the world is going on? First dad’s company, then being blacklisted?’
She knew something was definitely wrong but what was it?
And why was it happening to her?
She had so many questions that she wanted to get answered but didn’t know where to start.
She was in desperate need of help as of now.
If she couldn’t find her parent’s a place to stay, they would have to sleep out in the cold.
Should she go to the police?
Or maybe a lawyer.
Someone professional who could help her.
Suddenly, a strong line of wind pulled her out of her thoughts and she immediately remembered that she was still standing outside.
She quickly wrapped herself up in her jumper and hurriedly walked her way back to their motel.
“Mom, Dad!” she called out as she entered back inside the warmer room.
As she did walk in, she saw how her mom was finishing packing their luggage while her dad was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s dad?” she asked glancing around.
Her mom finally shut the case she was packing and looked up to her with tired eyes. Daniella watched as her mom shook her head.
“I’m not sure.”