this story is entirely made up. it comes from my imagination. I have never met Rebecka, although i'd love to someday if i had the chance! this story is short. my next one will be longer. i have no title yet, but i'll try and think of one. if you can think of one, feel free to email me with any suggestions.

chapter 1

i was sitting in my family room watching the simpsons on tv when our phone rang. i noticed that it was the long distance ring. i wondered who it could be. i turned the tv off and picked up the phone. i clicked the talk button.

"hello?" i asked into the phone.

"hello, kyle. it's me, rebecka.....rebecka liljeberg!" the woman on the other end said with what sounded like a swedish accent.

i wasn't sure if that really was Rebecka, but if just in case i'd better ask her a few questions. i breathed slowly and replied,

"hello! i don't want to sound rude, but if you are indeed rebecka, then could you answer me 2 and 1/2 questions?".

"of course!" replied rebecka.

"all, righty then. what is "your" daughter's name?" i asked.

"Vera." she replied with confidence.

"she got that one right." i thought to myself.

"second question. what is "your" middle name and what does it mean?" i asked.

"my middle name is månstråle and it is swedish for moonbeam." she replied.

"omg! you are rebecka!!!!" by that time i was practically screaming in her ear.