Francesca's Miracle

The life of Francesca and her mom's

It was a dark and cloudy Tuesday morning. I heard my alarm going off which meant it was 6:30, which also meant…School. I was a 9th grader at West Side High School in Manhattan Beach California. I guess you could call me one of the “popular girls” I wore name brand clothing and I had nice shoes. I also played the cello. Which people at my old school thought was super nerdy but I don’t think it is.  The only thing that was different about me was I had 2 moms. Yes, you heard me right. 2 moms. No, not a mom and a dad. No, a mom and a mom. I thought it was pretty cool, well people at my school on the other hand thought it was gross and weird.

Well here I am telling you about my family and you don’t even know who I am. I should probably introduce myself right? Well, my name is Francesca Adams Foster. I’m 15, as i told you before i’m a 9th grader at West Side High School in Manhattan Beach. It was my first day at this high school. See, in 8th grade I went to a school called Anchor Beach. West Side was a totally different school, in a totally different place. I haven’t even introduced my moms yet have I? I guess I should probably do that right?
Well, one of my moms names is Lena Adams Foster, and my other moms name is Stefanie Adams Foster. Lena is a principle at West Side, she got transferred to West Side which means my whole family had to move. By whole family I mean my 4 other siblings other than me. And Stefanie or Stef as my family called her was a cop. Lena worried everyday about Stef but I mean who wouldn't if your wife was a cop? 

Anyway back to my first day of High School at a totally new school. I woke up, Wait no my alarm woke me up at 6:30am. I went to the bathroom and did my hair and makeup and figured out what I was going to wear. I decided on wearing a poofy skirt, with a lacy violet top and some heels, not like 5 inch heels, like boots with a 3 inch heel. I raced down the stairs and sat at the “bar” in the kitchen on one of the stools

“Wow!” Stef said smiling at me

“Don’t even” I said giving her the look she hated from me

“Well someones a little salty this morning” My younger sister Natalie said to me 

“put a cork in it” I said rolling my eyes at her

“hey, now, girls. Stop. Frankie get your backpack ready. We are leaving in 5 minutes” Lena said smiling at me

“Mama do I have to go?” 

“Yes, Frankie you have to go” 

“Mama please don’t call me that at school” I said embarrassed 

“ honey, I won’t. I’ll only call you that at home, now are you ready?” 

“no, I’m never ready” I said pouting 

I got my backpack on, gave Stef a hug and kiss goodbye and told her I would see her later.
I went out to the car and just sat in the front seat. I felt a tear form in my eye and I quickly wiped it away before Lena could see. Lena got in the car and finally they all just came pouring out. 

“babe what’s wrong?” Lena said looking at me

“mama I don’t wanna go. What if I don’t make friends? What if no one likes me? What if-”

“baby, that’s just part of high school. You’re probably not going to make friends the first couple days but once you get used to it you’ll start to make friends. There are going to be people who think you're stuck up and who think your stupid and whatever, there are going to be people like that. Ignore them. Rise above. Show them who the better person is. You can do this. I know you can! I’ll be in the principals office the whole day if you need me. But I know you will be able to do this. Now, stop crying before you mess up your makeup that you worked ever so hardly on” Lena said wiping away my tears. 

“Thanks mama. I don’t know what i’d do without you” I said smiling and giving her a hug.