Leaving

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I sighed as I sat in my room packing my bag. My name is Maria Rivera. You may know my brother Miguel but never heard of me. I was what you would call a disappointment. I loved music while my family hated it. They tried to make me make shoes but I refused.

I finally had an opportunity to do what I love, with my best friend Elivara Del A Cruz. She was the Great-Great Granddaughter of Ernesto Del A Cruz. I packed a bag grabbed my guitar and left. My family stood out watching as I turned to my parents.

"Don't worry, Mama Papa. I'll be back don't worry." I promised they nodded as walked off to the train. 

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Elivara and I had spent about a year working on our music, I wrote the songs as Elivara sung. One day, I missed my family and tried to leave.

"You can't leave! I need your songs!" She yelled.

Elivara was angry about the idea of me leaving. 

"Elivara I miss my family! I don't care if you hate me! I want to see them and my little brother!" I exclaimed.

Elivara's eyes softened.

"I could never hate you. But before you go how about one last meal, wouldn't want you to get hungry on the way home." She said, softly.

I nodded as I sat and Elivara served the food. It tasted a little strange but I didn't question it. As she was walking with me, I got a bad cramping sensation in my stomach.

"Maybe it was the Horchata." She suggested.

I groaned as I fell to the floor and passed out. I woke up, dead.

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