Diego's Daughter//TUA

Mom

Song: False Prophet by Bob Dylan
I was listening to this as I was writing this- tell me what you think of this song:

"Alright Frances, I'm bringing you to your mom's house, I have to work." My dad spoke as he started to organize his knifes. "Alright." I called out from the other side of the boiler room, where dad and I stayed. I packed my canvas bag with a few clothes and my phone and charger than threw the bag over my shoulder and then grabbed my school bag and went to where my dad was.

"Lets go." He opened the door for me, than I waited and followed him.
As we walked out of the building dad and I said a few quick "byes" to the people who knew us, and we went in the car. The car ride there was comfortable silence, and dad telling me the schedule for this coming week and such. When we got to mom's she had saw the car and stepped outside to greet me, and take my bag and to say good bye to Diego. He would pick me up in a few days.

"Hey hun, how's school?" She said while closing the front door behind us. "Going good." I said while bringing my bag up to my room. She followed, "catching up?" She crossed her arms and leaned on my doorway. "Yes, mom." I looked at her knowingly and she ruffed up my hair as we walked down to the kitchen. "I cut an apple, it's on the counter." I hummed a thankyou and pulled the plate down to where I was sitting. Mom and I caught up a bit, and I told her about my recent writing project, a new poetry book I was starting and being hopeful to publish.

Eudora was resting on the couch while Frances was in her room working on homework, when the phone rang in the kitchen. Eudora got up to answer, it was Diego. "Hello?" She spoke as she never got calls from Diego unless it was about Frances. "Dad died and I think we are all meeting eachother at the house, I'm bringing Frances with me." "Im sorry, but that's fine I'll let her know. So you are picking her up then?" "Yeah." "Ok, bye." "Bye" and Diego hung up.

I heard mom calling me so I mentally rolled my eyes and went down to the kitchen. "Hey, your grandpa died so your dad is bringing you over to the house." "Ok." A small pit formed in my stomach, I always had an eerie feeling in that house, maybe it's because I don't like rich people? But I was excited to see my uncles and my aunts as I have only seen them here and there if it was last resort for Mom and Dad.
"So I'd grab your things just Incase you end up staying longer, because he's on his way." I ran upstairs to gather my things and as I walked down the steps mom was already letting him in. I followed him to the car, and waved bye to mom.

The drive to the Academy was quiet, dad focused on the road.

We walked up to the big doors....