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Mounting Kit - Marson Removable Wheel Chock- Wood Floor

MOUNTING KIT for Marson Removable Wheel Chock by Marson International, LLC - Need to move that wheel chock to other locations? This removable hardware kit is everything you need to add another wheel chock location in your trailer. The kit includes four 3/8" hex head sleeves and four phillips pan head bolts, both 1" long. Just mount the extra hardware as you did the original. A common use for an additional hardware kit is when you are equipping a trailer to haul either one motorcycle or two. You essentially have three mounting locations and two chocks to place as needed.

So this is the chapter 1. Be gentle, I,m not bilingual, it was hard for me to translate everything. Anyways, enjoy and tell me what you are thinking :) Chapter 2 with Veronica should be up tomorrow or sunday :)

JANET
Janet Rivera put her heavy burgundy bag on her bed before opening the zip. She took out her dark clothes before putting them back in her closet. She didn’t want to leave, so she won’t. She wanted to postpone the departure as most as possible. Her father knocked at the door and opened it without waiting for her 14-year-old daughter’s answer. Janet turned the head, heaved a sigh and sat on her bed. She looked her Converse and was biting her nail of her right thumb. She didn’t want that her father make her the moral.
-Why do you always want to make the things more complicated than they are ? asked her dad.
-I don’t want to go, replied Janet.
Her dad rolled his eyes and sat next to his daughter. He touched Janet’s back with his hand, but she pushed him back. He sighed and stood up. He opened the door.
-Redo your bags. We are leaving.
Mr. Rivera closed the door. Janet heard him walking downstairs.
-I don’t want to leave, repeated Janet turning on her side in the fetal position.
A tear sadly rolled on her cheek. She wiped it violently. She hated when we saw her crying, even if she was alone. She didn’t like to see her crying. She stood up and saw her father in the car. He banged on the steering wheel with its index of impatience. He pressed on the horn, what startled Janet. She fell on her butt and knocked her head on the wall. She bent herself of pain. Her right hand on her head, closed eyes, she searched an object to reject her madness. She finally found a base ball. She clenched her teeth or frustration, threw the object on the window who broke, before falling on her father’s car. Janet opened her eyes ; she just realized what she did. She heard her father closing the car’s door.
-Shit, she whispered to herself.
She opened her room’s door and quickly go to the attic. She looked around her with panic and found what she was looking for : a little issue in the wall. This is where Janet was hiding herself for thinking : in the wall. She hid herself here since she’s five, and her father never guessed where she was hidden. Janet’s house was like that : old with all secret passages.
-JANET RIVERA, HERE, NOW, heard Janet.
She swallowed her saliva. She had a bowl in her neck. Then, she heard the floor cracking. It began to sink under her weight. A wooden board fell. She pushed her hands against the two walls and put her legs up. Her left hand started to thickle. She saw an enormous spider on her fingers. She blew on her hand hoping that the bug will continue its walk. She shook a bit her hand, and a bit more, a bit more...finally, Janet was violently shaking her hand. Tired, she put her feet on the ground, forgetting that it was fragile. The floor totally destroyed and fell with the young girl. Janet fell in the butt and yelled a pain sound. She looked up and saw a big hole in the ceiling. When she dropped her head, she saw her dad in front of her, half afraid, half mad.
-Your bag is in the car, told Mr. Rivera.
It was only what he told. Janet was surprised. Not learned what it took, she stood up and follow her dad in the car and buckled her belt and heard the engine purr. She looked her house becoming smaller and smaller. It’s at this moment she realized that she won’t see it back for a while.

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After thirty minutes of silence, Mr Rivera decided to start a conversation.
-Are you excited to go to your boarding school ? he asked.
Janet rolled her eyes and looked into the mirror and saw her father’s eyes. He dropped them, realizing how his question was stupid. So, Janet decided to break the ice.
-Why do you want to abandon me ? she asked.
Juste after these words, Mr. Rivera braked sharply in front of a red light. He looked chocked and sad. He slowly nodded his head.
-Answer, asked impatiently her daughter.
He slowly turned himself to Janet, pointing her with his finger.
-I never wanted, I really say never, that you think I want to abandon you.
A chorus of cars’ horns was heard to tell to Janet’s father to drive
-Then why are you sending me here ? she sighed
-We all know that you have problems to be attentive at school and that’s why I send you at Sherborne Girls, for you to be better regulated. This is one of the most deemed school in all New England, you know.
-To get rid of my problem for giving it to somebody else is totally your kind, daddy ! laughed Janet.
She put her iPod’s headphones one her ears. But, in her heart, nothing was funny. She was fine at Kidlington. Even if she didn’t have friends, she felt at her place. At Sherborne Girls, Janet was sure that it’ll have only little bitches who talk about people’s backs. Pathetic.
-Take this off, said Janet’s, taking off her headphones. We talk.
Janet sighed and put her iPod in her pocket.
-Why don’t you want to go at Sherborne ? he asked.
-I loved

On board Lady of Mann (2), Douglas to Liverpool. Gale force 8 West South West. Halfway through the crossing I was putting something in the back of a car on the level car deck near the entrance to the galley. The ship rolled and the car next to me rolled forward and pushed the car door closed on me, trapping my leg. As the ship rolled the other way the car rolled back towards the gate railings. At this point a crew member was walking up the car ramp from the stern. He dropped his cup of tea and grabbed a wooden chock to wedge under the wheels. The driver was found and he apologised for not putting his handbrake on enough. A few more bad rolls and the car may have gone through the gates. On arrival at Liverpool the wind had worsened and we had to be towed to the Landing Stage by two tugs.