Famous in the Wronged

Landing

I woke up to my mom softly shaking me awake. "We're about to land." I nodded and checked my phone. "6:32, been out for 2 hours." I got up and walked into the main area using my hands to brush out my hair fixing it up a little. My mom patted the seat next to her telling me to sit so we can land. As I sat down the pilot told us to buckle in. I did so and watched us touch down through the window. After we landed some of the police people helped grab our things. I grabbed my bag full of snacks and random stuff to read or play with when I'm bored and swung it over my not injured shoulder.

"Mr. Ishii." Everyone expect me and my mother bowed. Whoops. "Mrs. L/n, thank you for making the trip here." The man bowed to my mom and looked down at me. "Ms. L/n." He bowed in front of me which gave me a chill. "Y/n is fine." I said backing away from him. I guess it was disrespectful considering everyone looked at me in shock but whatever. I've been through worst. "I understand that this was a difficult time so I wanted to thank you for coming here." he spoke with pride as he lead us to a blacked out car. He opened the door for me and my mom getting in after us signaling for the driver to go. I reached into my bag and grabbed some of the work my mom made me bring with us. Putting in my headphones I played my music just loud enough that I could hear what the two adults were conversing about.

"She's a very quiet girl." the man said to my mom. "Yes, quiet, stubborn, and brave just like her father." I could feel their eyes wonder onto me as I tried to do the work in the car. "How are her wounds?" "She get's sick every time we need to change them." "I see. Say what is she working on right now?" My mom looked at me and smiled. She poked my shoulder and signaled for me to take my headphones out by putting her hand to her ear and pretending to pull something out. I did and looked at the man. "What are you working on?" I couldn't help but examine him. He seemed well built and had on a wedding ring. He was ok looking, definitely didn't look his age but he was definitely good with kids younger than me. He seemed to give kids my age the soft dad vibe. He made me feel uneasy. "School." "What subject? I was quite good at science." He should go back to making small talk with my mom. 

"English, she is quite talented with writing no matter how much she denies it." My mom knows me. She and my dad can decipher what I want to say even if I don't speak it. She knows I can't take compliments and that I get uncomfortable around authority figures. Maybe it was because dad was in the military and I understood the problems there. Maybe it was because mom used to be a lawyer and I knew what happens to someone based of the charges. Maybe because it's of the incident. Who knows anymore. 

"Can you tell me a poem or something?" The man asked. "About what?" He looked at me thinking for minute. "How about family." I stopped and looked at my paper. I flipped it over and started writing on the back. Family? He's prying, maybe at my mindset, maybe at how others might perceive the topic. I gave him the paper and laid back putting my headphones back in.

Family, they are meant to get on your nerves every once in a while.
They are meant to make you hate them every so often.
With family you are meant to fight.
Family is where you cry, love, fight, pray, and confide.
Family loves and never leaves, so when they leave don't forget to love, don't forget to cry, don't forget to pray.
For that was not your family, those were traitors.

"You are quite right Mrs. L/n. Your daughter is quite gifted." The man read the paper and sighed. The sigh echoed in my head, it sounded so heavy. Either way, I surely didn't fail his expectations.