As I waked to my fourth hour class. Literature. My favorite class of the day. My teacher Mrs. Wilson was one of the best teachers I had. Class started, she said we would be writing a creative story about any famous person that was on a list she handed out and she also said it must be rated Pg- 13. In the middle of class our Principal came in the room.
"Uhh Ms. Mary Ventura?" Mrs. Wilson said looking up from her desk. I got m gathered my things and waked up to the front. On y quick adventure to the front of the class people whispered and made 'ooohhh' sounds like they were in the first grade.
"Come with me" is all Principal Heron said. I floowed him down the hall and down a flight of stairs.
We entered his office, There was a tall figure in a suit well a police suit. I recognized him. He was at the grocery store.
"Maria... Sorry I forgot you go by Mary...." The officer trailed off.
"What is it?" I ask looking back and forth at Principal Heron and the officer. I read his name tag it said D. Bryant.
"Mary maybe you should sit down, this might take a time on you." Principal Heron said motioning for me to sit. I obliged and sat down.
I looked over to Officer Bryant.
"Maryim so sorry. Your mother she was in a car accident. She was driving down the street and a semi - truck, she was pronounced dead at the scene. Although your mother has family down in San Diego her mother Catherine said she would help you out. You also have a new job and a place to stay. I believe its with one of her friends, she mentioned that you know them. Uhh there names are Lorie and Jack Davis. Jack is the owner of the Sprint Center in Missouri. Lorie is a college professor. There son Matthew is off in Oxford... Your flight leaves on Saturday.... They Live In San Antonio Texas" Officer Bryant was speaking, though I couldn't understand a damn thing he was saying. It was like he was speaking in Morse code!
"Do you want anything. I know these things are hard to process. I've been in your position when my wife died. I'll help you get your food, housing utensils, and Mrs. Wilson will help you out with other things. If she doesn't mind which she probably wouldn't ." He said still I feel like I'm in that stupid movie... Uhh.. What is it. The Matrix.. Yep that's it. With Keanu Reeves. Officer Bryant snapped me back into reality when he said
"Your gonna have to clean though. You'll be helping the Davis's out with there stuff" He said.
"Okay... Can I... Umm... Go now." I say getting up from my seat.
They nodded at the same time and I walked out the door. The. The school door. I didn't have a new and improved car like all the other kids. I had an old ratty Buick. And my phone wasn't up to date either. I told myself that when I get enough money I'm going to bye me a new Galaxy S5. Though my little black ZTE did the job and I was fine with it. I had an I Pod. But it was a really old version.
I drove to the little shack we... I mean I called home. It really wasn't a home anymore because my min wasn't there to make banana pancakes with me in the morning when she and I were off. And I would miss going to the movies and shopping when she had a raise. I would miss her smile. When she smiled her dimples would sink in deep like that guy Harry from One Direction. Man I don't see why my dad left us for a slutty 23 year old. Mom was extraordinary, any mab would have been a fool to leave her even if she had an 18 year old kid who's about to graduate in three months.
Even though I was the only child I was treated like there we're two more of me hanging around. I was alone with no mom and a no-show dad. Later in the week I got a post card from My grandmother Catherine. It said.
My sweet granddaughter I'm truly sorry for what has happened to you. I'm sorry for your lost. I've set up a place for you to stay and somewhere for you to work. I've got in contact with Jose and he said he'd like it if you would talk with him for a little while and see how your doing.
Your beloved grandmother Catherine.
And she's suppose to be my mother's mom. And how dare she get in contact with my father. Last time j checked he got deported back to Colombia
I would prepare a long and well thought out speech to give him.
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A/N: this is my third unfinished story. But this will have a constant update. Well it might not because I have a ten week summer job. Well yes I can cause I only work like 3hkurs a day but still get paid enough money. I don't start until next week so you'll be reading more and more of this book. Hopefully only like 16 people actually read my first book but the second one. 26 people read it. No one voted or commented. But hey that's why we always make new things. But bye now I'm gonna go watch American Sniper. With Bradley Cooper. Ohh and The famous singer in this book is Austin Mahone. Yea.
Btw that picture of that little girl is actually me on my 2nd birthday. Apparently I wanted to wear my brother shirt. Yes people ask me ask all the time if I'm mixed. Yes. With White, Black, Colombian, Puerto Rican, & Native American. If that answers some of your questions.
And don't make fun of how my outfit looks. It happens to look 'fetch'. But swishy m seriously it's like 2: 36 in the morning so I'm gonna get some sleep.
