Fractured Family

Chapter 3

"Wake up," Jeremy said, while banging on Alexandre's bedroom door. "You're going to school today. I don't feel like getting another call from your principal.

"Got it Jeremy," Alex said, in a muffled voice.

"Hurry up,"

Alex got out of his bed. He walked to his dresser, grabbed a pair of sweat pants, and a sweater. He walked to the kitchen and saw his mom and stepfather eating.

"When your school called they mentioned your grades. How are you failing Spanish? You're fluent," Jeremy growled.

"You're failing?" His mom questioned.

"The teacher hates me," Alex responded 

"Well bring the grade up," Jeremy demanded, "And I know you have a test today. Do good on it, don't bomb it,"

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"Maybe if you weren't working so much, you wouldn't be failing," Alex closest friend said, while the two walked towards the school.

"My mom needs help with the bills. She's been working long hours. I'm worried about her. Okay?" Alex responded.

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It has been a long day, but I have never had a more disrespectful class in my lifetime," Alex's teacher lectured, "And I know you all are better then this..."

The teacher went silent and grabbed the phone that was ringing. 

"Alex go down to the office and bing your stuff with you,"

"Yes, ma'am,"

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Alex sat in the principal's office with the police officers standing in front of him. 

"Your mom was in a car accident and sadly passed away. We talked to your stepfather and he explained to us that he wouldn't be able to take you in," the taller officer said.

"We were able to get in contact with your father and he is more than happy to take you in, but he live in Portugal, so your plane is going to leave later tomorrow. For that night you will stay with Ms. Robinson and she will go and get your stuff today," the shorter one explained.

"My mom's gone?" Alex whispered.

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(Manuel's POV)

I'm sitting in my office working on paperwork. It has been a pretty boring day, just phone calls and paperwork. I was finally done for the day and then my phone decided to ring. 

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Hello, is this Manuel Ferreira?" A girl over the phone questioned.

"Yes it is. Who is this?" I answered.

"I'm Amelia Robinson. Your ex wife has passed away and your son, Alexandre needs someone to take custody of him. We do realize that you live across the world, so if you d say yes, we would have him fly down in the next three days," She explained.

"My Alexandre? Oh, I can't wait to tell my sons about this. Yes I want him under my custody," I rambled.

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"My father? I don't have one ," Alex said to Ms. Robinson, while she was driving him to grab the rest of his stuff.