"Shut up! Shut up!" She chanted over and over .
"Mommy what are you doing, stop it!"
"Get over there! Move! Ugh!" She aimed the gun at me and her eyes went from green to red. She was a completely different person.
"Don't shoot me please! It's me, D--" boom.
I woke up shrieking and crying. The nightmares never stopped since the day my mother died. The door flew open and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Josie scooped me up and carried me to her room. She always let me sleep there when I was upset. She wasn't my mom but nothing compared to the warmth and security I felt when I was with them.
I woke up the next morning unaware of how I had ended up in Josie and Victors bed but I didn't care.
"Diana, wake up and come get your breakfast sweetie!" I heard a voice say from the kitchen. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and went towards the kitchen."I made your favorite, chocolate chip waffles."
I sat at the table where my food was waiting for me."Thank you, Ms.Josie."
"You're very welcome. Now eat up so we can get you guys ready for school."
I stuffed my face with waffles like I hadn't eaten in days, most likely because I barely finished my food from last night. The things that Franklin would say really hurt me to the core, and what made it worse is that it was the truth. I feel like a burden on a family that has never caused my nightmares but were caught in the middle of them anyway.
I finished my food, brushed my teeth, and put on a fresh school uniform. It was time for Josie to do my hair when I forgot one very small detail.
"Diana, what happened to the ribbon I put in your hair yesterday?"
"Uh..I lost it." I know she didn't believe me but instead of getting angry, she parted my hair, combed it, and braided a single braid. It was very pretty aside from all the times she just tied my hair into a ponytail.
"You like it?"
"I love it! Thank you Ms.Josie," I said engulfing her into a big hug.
"Okay, okay," she laughed."Now come on, we don't want you guys to be late." And with that, we were on our way.
My classmates were piling into class and as usual, I was the last to enter. I quietly went and sat down in the same seat I did as yesterday. The teacher continued with teaching us the numbers and how to add them together. I was getting bored with all these numbers until just as the class was counting, someone placed a folded piece of paper in front of me. My natural reaction was to open it.
Steven thinks ur pretty
I looked around the classroom confused. I didn't know the names of anyone in my class, so I just stared at the note. Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned quickly.
"That's him over there," a blonde girl whispered. She pointed to a boy sitting just two rows away from me. He looked at me with his pretty blue eyes and looked away quickly.
I had never had a boy like me before. I never even had any friends let alone one single person my age that didn't think I was a total outcast. There was nothing left for me to do but continue doing my work. I didn't even know how to like a boy, man I'm awkward.
I raced out of class as the bell rang because I knew Franklin would be rushing me. I met him just outside the building and began walking ahead of him. I hadn't said I word to him since yesterday when he basically told me he hated me and I didn't intend to even though I didn't blame him. Who am I to just barge into his family and take all of his parents' attention?
YOU ARE READING
Take Me Home
Spiritual"I ran toward my bedroom, shut the door, and cried. Everyday I wished I could go back to my real family. For years I've known Josie and Victor weren't my real parents, just like for years the memory of my real parents have slowly faded away."