As the World Changes

The Bitter Truth

"El, I am going to go buy some milk, we are almost out." Mom yelled from the other side of the house. " Ok mum! Love you" I yelled. I resumed reading my book. I read on for about an hour before I noticed that mum wasn't back yet. Maybe I just missed her. " Mom" panic edging into my voice. No reply. I tried again and again but there was still no answer. Just then my ringtone blasted throughout my room. I quickly picked it up. "Hello?" I asked as the number was not one I recognized. " Hello I am calling from St. David's Hospital. Your mother was in a hit and run accident. I'm very sorry to say she didn't make it. A social service worker will be coming to get you tomorrow to bring you to your father." With that I heard the dial tone. I sat in shock for a few minutes. I couldn't bring myself to do anything. My mother was dead and I was going to live with my father, a stranger. I curled into a ball on my bed and cried until there were no more tears. Sniffling, I grabbed my phone and dialed the familiar number. I waited for the person o. The receiving end to pick up their phone. " Hello El-belle, how are you?!" Grace-Lynn's hyper voice asked. " Gracie, she's dead.... My mom is de-" I was cut off my own tears and sobs. I heard Gracie's sobs join mine. " I will be right over." Gracie said then hanging up. I took the time that I had before Gracie arrived to clean myself up. I got up and looked in my mirror and groaned. I looked dreadful. I had jutted finished cleaning myself up when I heard my best friend walk in my room. She looked at me with a sad smile before pulling me into a hug. This is why she is my best friend. She just held me close and whispered comforting things to me. After some talking Grace-Lynn left. Tomorrow will be kinder was my last thought before I drifted into a comforting sleep.