Lost And Found

Epilogue

After school, Darien and I race home since we are mentally exhausted from writing our final exam. Our stomachs growl as we enter into the house – which had recently become my home - and rush into the kitchen. Fighting over the refrigerator, like always, we hear Marina’s loud voice echoes through the hallways of my new home.

“W.T.F. What you guys doing home so early?”

Stunned by her comment Darien asked “Since when do you speak in abbreviated form? Do you even know what that means?”

In a loud Portuguese voice she says, “Of course I know what that means. Who you think I am? Your dad?”

Smacking our selves in the head, mentally, I grab the bowl of already cut fruit out of the fridge and run outside, with Marina and Darien following close behind. I stopped at the hammock that Darien and I usually hang out on after school. Having both Darien and I jumping on the hammock Marina yells out, “How was your exams?”

Darien answers first saying, “I aced my P.E.  Exam, I don’t know about Serena. How were you exams?”

Having them both stare at me I say, “My writers craft exam went well. I think Mr. O’Brien will enjoy my story quite well. He is a very kind and understanding man. If my father was still alive I’d want him to be just like Mr. O’Brien.”

 The threat of tears hit me but I quickly brushed it away and smiled.

Darien laughs at me and calls me a kiss up. I gave him a dirty look and decide to punish him by hogging the food. Since I have entered this house I learned how much Portuguese people cherish their food. So if I ever want to get even with anyone in my new family I just honestly eat their food. Revenge is rewarding in this house.

As usual Darien and I start arguing when Derek’s authoritative voice cuts through the air like a bullet.

Having him yell, “Guys stop fighting!”

We both look down in shame and apologize. Darien and I have been fighting since the day I moved into this house. However, it is a play fighting not a total blood bash and I can tell Derek can see that. His eyes become very soft and light chuckles escapes his mouth as he says, “Good, because I brought pizza.”

Darien and I give each other a “this is war” look and tackle each other in the doorway that leads into the kitchen. We are the perfect examples of wild boars in their natural habit that are fighting over the last piece of meat from the morning kill. It is loud, noise and a total fist fight.

         As we start to fight over the beautiful masterpiece, that was created by the Gods of  Pizza Pizza, from behind us we hear Marina’s loud voice screaming, “Why do you guys only like that shit food?”

I laugh at her slang term for junk food. Hearing her comments like that had become so common that I honestly accepted the term shit food into my vocabulary.

 It is at that moment that I realize how I am truly blessed. After all my suffering this was the end. I am finally free to be the real me. To be whom I want to be without being in constant fear of the unknown. I am able to open up my heart to the world and accept people. I am a new me, and I can finally set myself free. I was lost, but now I am found.

The End

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