Mississippi's POV
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"What do your parents do for a living?" Jace asked me.
"Oh…um…they don't work. They can't actually. They died a year ago, right in front of me." I answered.
"Oh…uh. Sorry." Jace said.
"Its okay. You didn't know." I said.
"Can I ask something about them?" He asked.
"I guess." I said.
"How did they die?" He asked. I couldn't answer that. It would cause too much pain. Instead of answering I walked off.
I went to class and as usual, I sit by myself and zoned out.
Its lunch now and I've been steering away from Jace. As I was about to exit the classroom to get to lunch a fellow classmate stops in front of me.
Jace.
Since when was he in this class? You zone out all the time Missy, remember?
Oh yeah.
"What do you want, Jace?" I ask rudely.
"Stop it. Why have you been ignoring me?" He asked.
"Stop what? Stop being rude? Well sorry. I'm hungry and when I'm hungry I'm angry. So be nice and make me happy. MOVE!" I said.
"Not until you answer my question. Why were you ignoring me?" He asked.
Again, instead of answering I sat down on a chair and stayed quiet.
"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" He asked.
My dad would always call my mom and me stubborn. That's where I got my stubbornness from. My mom.
"Are—are you crying?" Jace asked me.
"What?" I asked as I felt underneath my eyes and sure enough, I was crying.
"I guess I am." I said. "I got my stubbornness from my mom. My dad would call us stubborn all the time."
"Oh. I'm sorry that I reminded you of your parents." He apologized again.
"You have to stop apologizing to things." I said.
"Was it the question I asked this morning?" He asked.
"Yeah. Talking about it, it gives me nightmares and suicidal thoughts. If you say sorry I will kick your jewels. Wait, why didn't I just do that in the first place?" I asked.
He shrugged." Can you tell me how they died though?" He asked.
"I asked them to drive me somewhere. A drunk driver crashed into us three. My parents died instantly. The passenger in the other car died as well." I said.
"Let's get to lunch." He yelled.
As we sat at the lunch table eating he asked. "Do you think its you fault?"
"Yeah." I said.
"Its not, you know. Its the drunk driver's fault. Kind of like my uncle."
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Mississippi River
Novela JuvenilMississippi Johnson (Missy) lost her parents in a car accident. The thing is she thinks it was her fault, reason being, she was the one to have them there in the first place. After the accident, Toby, her oldest sister became her and her siblings...
