Chapter 12: Doodlebugs and Lavenders

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Wow... Three whole weeks. I can't believe it, well I can believe it because it was bound to happen sooner or later, the fact is I'm a young carer. Only the New Directions know, and trust me, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

 I remember when I was little, and me and mama would play happy families. I played mama whilst my real mama was the baby... Life was so much simpler back then.

It's not nice to be woken up by a huge bag on the door. Especially when the people knocking on your door are coming to investigate the crime seen in your kitchen.

"Sorry officer, I wasn't expecting you to be hear at 5:30am," Crum's, I just yawned in front of a police officer. At least he didn't sculled me for it. What I thought would just be one person, taking the last pieces of evidence, turned out to be a whole swarm of strangers spewing out of my kitchen.

"I'm sorry where still hear Miss Lopez, we just need to collect all our stuff then we will be on our way," Well, at least I wont have to look at there junk anymore. "The good news is after all that interviewing we found out that you didn't kill your parents," I ALREADY KNEW THAT! I WAS AT SCHOOL, HOW STUPID ARE THEY? Well, it could of been worse, they could of charged me with there murders.

"Your required to have a family member check up on you once every fortnight, is that happening?" Oh gosh! Ok Santana you betta make this sound believable.

"Yes, my grandma came by for a hour last week..."

Flashback, 4th November 2004

"Son, are you alright?" Grandma said, "Do you want me to babysit this bundle of joy again?" She kissed my cheek and scuffled my hair up.

This part of the story is a bit vague for a while. I remember as soon as my dad left the room, Grandma told me to hide? I hid behind the door, just before the shots rang out... You don't wanna know the rest.

Present, 4:24pm, madness over.

It's really hard to think about life before all the "incidents", I remember Grandma used to calm me down every time mama and papa played "cowboys and Indians" she would always say...

"Doodlebugs and Lavenders used to hate each other, but one day they sorted out there differences and where best friends."

She would always pull the same, awkward face every  time she uttered those then soothing words. Back then, I thought that mama and papa would change there ways.

How wrong was I...


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