M.shadows daughter

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"Ms Johnson, I hate having to say this... but your mother is dead" he stated. What?! How could this be? Is this some sick joke? "How?" I ask, shocked. "Your step father stabbed her um multiple times."I said back. I was numb I felt nothing. I couldn't even cry. That sick bastard! He couldn't hurt me so he hurt my innocent mother. "We are not able to let you see her right now but you will be able to after the autopsy which should be finished by the time you finish school" the other officer said. I just nodded. I was speechless. "We have been able to contact your father, he will be on the next flight to England. We have also been able to get you American citizenship" he told me. America? That means I'm leaving everything I know. Although it may not be a bad thing. Again I nodded. Suddenly everything fell into place in my mind and I burst out in tears finally returning to the real world. My head of year rubbed my back in a comforting way. I gave her a slight smile as a way of saying thanks. Normally I don't like people touching me but right now I do not care. "We are going to create a pack of your work as the curriculum in the states is opposite to ours. We'd like you to collect your books and things from your teachers as you will need them in America." My head teacher spoke, breaking the silence. I gave him a thumbs up. "I will get a pack of work sorted for you to do by the end of the day". My head of year said. "You will need it wether you go to a new school or not" she spoke softly. I looked up to the clock and saw that it was only five minutes left of lesson until lunch. "You cannot go home tonight. You will have to find someone to stay with." One of the officers said. I did nothing. I was still trying to process everything. The bell went and I ran to go find my friends. I ran up to the room we eat in and broke down. Jude ran to me and held me, rubbing circles on my back. "What's up?" Eva asked. "My mum... she's gone... she's dead... that bastard stabbed her" I said. They all looked at me with sympathy. Oh God how I hate sympathy. They were all silent as I sobbed into Jude's shoulder.