Neighborhood lovers

chapter 1

I woke up to a loud bang on my screen door. I Jolted out of bed and to my bedroom window to see who is there. I looked out my small framed window for any cars or bikes of friends or family. I spotted a silver and black car. I think it even had sirens. I sigh with relief and go downstairs, but an officer with a black clip board appeared. I have never seen this officer before. I open the door and a small creak emerged. I then smiled at the officer and gestured for him to come in. In, which he did. I look at him getting in all the details he was average height, built in the chest and arms, light olive tan, green eyes, and not to pls maybe mid 20s. I notice his eyes on me I feel uncomfortable under his gaze so I spoke up.
"What's the problem"
"Your mom has been shot. We found her in an alley on, Fifth Street, she had one shot to the chest and must of bled out from lack of help and support to add pressure to the wound." He said in a sad tone but who is he sad for is it me or is it just the job paying good money. I don't have anything to say, so he continues. "She is getting work done on her at the moment and since you're only 16 you can't stay here alone, so we called your Aunt Addy. She promised to take care of you. She is having a car come at 5:00 p.m. today, so I suggest taking most belongings." He says and I know I should Cry or say something but I can't it's like I'm frozen. I manage a nod. He gives me a small smile and we walk towards the door and just before I close it he says
"Oh and Adeline, im sorry for your loss" and gets in his car and backs out and carries on with his life. I wish my life were that simple deliver not receive. I go upstairs and begin to pack. I take most of my clothes, the ones I wear and fit at least. I also, grab my guitar and song book. I change into a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt and slip my boots on. I guess this is it. As, I walk through the hall I stop at my mom's room. I slowly walk in and it's exactly the same. Her bed is messy still awaiting for her to make it. Her closet door opened and slightly a mess. She has a hamper with overflowed laundry that will never be cleaned. I lay on her bed and smell her scent that's engraved in her blankets and sheets. I begin to cry. I never got to day goodbye and more than half my life she was fone at work or out I barley even got a hello. I sit up and look around I notice a small picture Fram in her dresser just slightly poking out. I get up and gently wipe some tears away but quickly replaced by fresh ones. I look at the photo and it's me and my mom dressed up as fairytale characters. I hug the picture tight and allow the tears to escape more freely and I stay like that for a few minutes before putting the picture in my bag. I walk out the door and wipe my cheeks and close her door. I wave goodbye one last time to my house before quickly rushing sown the stairs scared to leave my old life. I walk outside and sit down picking and and flower awaiting my car arrival.