Earning Your Wings

Chapter 1

It's been two years already. Two painful years. I'm finally starting school soon, finally done with therapy. Finally. Senior year should be good, right? All the senior activities look like fun on television. My name is Natasha Gording. Seventeen, blonde, brown eyed. I am the female version of my father, which is pretty much the reason why my mother can't bare to look at me.

"Natasha! Nata--"

"Yes Mariam?"

Mariam, also known as the women who gave birth to me. Who carried me for nine months inside of her and "cared" for me. Yet is the same women who shows no love, no affection whatsoever. When she does it is really rare. Dad used to tell me that she was always that way, it's just her normal personality.

"Are you ready for school tomorrow?"

"Um, yeah."

"Remember to set your alarm, I have to go to work early. Take your keys in case I have to work late again."

Mariam was always working. It's been pretty hard to pay for everything ever since dad left that day. Mariam refuses to take down any pictures of him in the house, which makes it hard to not think of him everyday. I think Mariam still blames herself for why he left, I find her crying once in awhile in the kitchen. I sort of feel bad for her but a little part in me blames her too. I try not to but I will always have the imagine of that day in my head.

"Natasha! Go to sleep! You have to wa--"

"Going!"

Once school begins I will become "busy" according to the therapist. My mind would be focused on other things other than my father. Other than that day. I pray to God every night before I go to bed. The therapist told me it could help me find some sort of assurance, of faith, of hope. My dad took me to church once. It was right after Grandpa Joe had been diagnosed with cancer. I've never seen my father cry until that day. He prayed, and prayed, and cried for a miracle. Grandpa Joe died that summer just after dad left. I guess dad didn't pray enough or too much, but it couldn't hurt to have hope in something you can't really explain. You just have to have faith and maybe, just maybe, a miracle will happen like in those shows where people survive after falling 20 floors.

"Natasha, what did I--"

"Goodnight Mariam!"