I drop my keys in the bowl next the door.
The house was oddly silent, as though someone had taken all noise and muted it.
"Lyssia, are you home?" I call up the stairs.
No answer.
I frown, this was unlike her. Grabbing my phone from my back pocket I send a quick text.
hey, where you at?
A couple moments later, I get my answer.
sry, forgot to tell you, im at a friends
should be back for dinner
okay, love you
ilyt
Okay, at least Lyssia's safe but where the hell is mom. I frown, I thought she didn't have a meeting today.
Walking further into the kitchen, I spot a note on the fridge in cursive.
𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻.
This is really weird, where is she? Probably at work but why today? She's not even supposed to have meetings.
Mom owns a successful art company, she built it up all on her own while being pregnant with me. It was how me and Kate met.
We were just kids and Mom had done a donation. She was gonna donate the money to homeless people, which I thought was really sweet. She and I went searching for three different homeless shelters and donating money. It's such a far memory away, but i'll always remember Kate.
She was with her mom, crying on the floor because her mom refused to get her more paint. So I went up to her and gave her a hug, picked her up from the floor and we've been friends ever since.
Mom was really happy about that, I had friends before but they lasted for a short while, so mom was really excited and she spent all her days running around planning movie nights and making snacks for us.
It was amazing.
Mom is amazing.
She's mostly home but these last few days, she's been having late meetings. But Tuesday's were always an exception.
Groaning, I plop myself in a stool near the island.
I fish for my phone out of my pocket, and send a quick text to my mom letting her know I was gonna be at Kate's.
I climb the stairs and change my clothes, hearing a buzz I grab my phone from my desk, thinking it was mom.
It wasn't.
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Hoodie Girl
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