"So, Alex, are you umm...okay?" asked the women driving me to my "home". I didn't respond, I was staring out the window looking at the small suburban houses pass by. I was wondering what type of home I was going to be taken to, she was a red headed and noticeably scottish, or maybe I'm a stereotyping bastard. I was latino and didn't really trust white people, but you have to understand that I had little experience with them to begin with. She did not seem to have a husband, I didn't see a ring on her finger so I would believe so. She was driving a new 2016 BMW so I thought she might be wealthy, probably upper middle class. I used to live in a tiny two bedroom apartment so it would get some time getting used to it.
"We are almost there!" she said in an excited voice, the voice a little girl has when she gets a new puppy. Was I the "puppy"? I did not listen, I did not trust her, she was... I don't know. I almost took a nap when suddenly, out of nowhere she yelled out "We're here!"
I looked at the house and I have got to say, I was impressed. It was two stories tall and had a very elegant garden, it had a brand new Mercedes in the garage.
"What did you say you worked as?"
"Oh? I'm an engineer at Microsoft." For a second there I thought I went crazy, an engineer at Microsoft?
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" she asked.
"A uh... doctor," I said with some trouble.
"Oh, a doctor huh? cool, cool. Thats a pretty good job," she said casually.
"Why?" she asked.
I didn't want to tell her the truth, I said "because they are payed well," and she believed me.
We got out of the car, I grabbed my backpack and put it over one of my shoulders. She opened the door and I went in, it was beautiful, never did I think that I would live in a house like this. She let me go up the stairs to my room. I thanked her and went upstairs. I saw a bed and a cabinet for clothing, other than that, it was really unfurnished. I took a picture of my mother out of my back pack and put it next to my bed. I got out a cross necklace and put it around the frame, I put my palms together and began to pray.
"Is that your mom, the biological one?" I heard her say. I looked at her and nodded. She picked up the picture and looked at her. " She is beautiful," she said. I thanked her and she put it back.
"I enrolled you in a school near here already so tomorrow we will get your supplies and then it is off to school," she informed with a smile.
"Thank you."
"Now how about we get you some ice cream," she said eagerly.
"Yes, thank you." With that she went downstairs to prepare the ice cream. I took one last look at my mothers face in the picture and said "I love you mom," and I kissed the small frame.
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The Road To Success
General FictionAlex is an orphan, his mother died when he was ten and his father lost custody of him due to alcoholism. He has gotten new foster parents and is finding it hard to adjust. He has one goal, to go to medical school and become a doctor, this is his sto...