Finding Myself

Chapter One

Google search: Krystal Rusk. Nothing. Why? All I want to know is who my mom was.  I'm Pearl, Pearl Rusk.  Krystal Rusk's daughter.  Krystal.  I still like her name.  The only thing my father would tell me about my mom this time was her name.  At least I got something from him.  The past 14 years of my life he has told me nothing.  Even when I was a baby he told me nothing, NOTHING about my own mom. Mica, my dad was often gone as a firefighter.  He started this as soon as my mom died when I was born.  It's his way of dealing with the guilt.  He thinks it is all his fault for the unfortunate accident my mom was put through.  Oh yeah, you don't know the story.  Here, I'll tell it to you.
January 22, 2001, my birthday.  It was 7:25 and I had just been born. They were just naming me when a loud explosion was made and the hospital set on fire.  My dad hugged me to stop me from breathing in the smoke, and was getting Mom in a wheelchair when a doctor came in and told him that they would take care of her so I could get to safety.  He followed the instructions, but by the time the fire had gone out, my mom was still in there.  Dad blames himself that he should have been the one to get her out of that fire, and on that day, he devoted himself to putting out other fires so he can feel like he is doing something to make her proud. 
And, that would be why I never see him and he is always all withdrawn about my mom and what she was like.  The best life you could have right? Wrong.  I hate being home alone 90% of my life.  I feel like no one in  the world could ever care about me. 
"Pearl, are you ready?"  Dad yells from the kitchen.  "Time for school."
"Give me a minute Dad, I still need to get my stuff together." I yelled back. 
I grabbed my books and binder and headed downstairs.  Another day at boring old school.  Same classes same people and same building.  Great, more time to feel alone with no friends.  I snatched a granola bar and headed to the car, a fire truck.  I always feel so embarrassed when people ask me about my dad.  I don't want more people to know about the fire. 
"Here we are sweetie.  Have a great day, I love you"
"Bye dad I love you too."
I looked up at the towering building and walked in.  As soon as I stepped in, a boy I have never seen before in my life walked up to me and asked for my name.  I blushed as I told him my name and looked at me like I was an angel.  He had blond hair, was tall, had freckles, and his eyes were blue like the sky.  I was the total opposite with black hair, short, no freckles, and purple-grey eyes. His name is Brandon and asked if I wanted to hang out.  Finally, a break from my old house.  Saying yes, he gave me his address and number. 

Freedom, freedom from the clutches of school.  I finally get to do my own thing and go to my new friend's house(he is kind of cute).  Well, whatever happens, I just want to have a fun time and just get to know him.  I don't care if my dream boy is cute, I just want a good guy who gets who I am and has a great personality. 
Brandon picked me up after school at my house and he drove to his house. It was a smaller house than my own, but it was cute and cozy.  I would love to have this house.  His house was a light blue and had brown trimmings.  I liked it.  We walked inside and he showed me around.  All the rooms are small and cozy.  We sat down on the couch and he asked what I wanted to do.  Truthfully I wanted to cuddle in the athletic body of his, but I answered that I wanted to watch a movie. 
"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked looking into my eyes.
"I don't care as long as it is long and interesting."  I answered.
He pulled out an old disney movie and put it in the dvd player.  Sitting back down he grabbed the remote and hit play.  During the movie, I was looking at the tv, but I could feel his eyes on me.  I looked at him and he smiled, pulling me in closer, more like a cuddle.  We looked at each other and I blushed.  All the sudden I asked,"Are your parents here?". 
He looked down and said no.  I could tell he needed to talk about it, but didn't want to.  So, I told him my mom was killed in a fire on the day I was born.  He looked up at me like we had something in common.
"Both my parents were killed in a fire accident a month or two after I was born.  My mom was weak after giving birth to me and my dad put me in daycare a lot to get time to go see her.  On January 22, 2001, when I was a little less than a year old, my dad went to go visit her and people followed, bad people.  They set the entire hospital on fire, just trying to kill my parents for some reason.  I heard a woman named Krystal Rusk died in there too. Isn't your last name Rusk?" he asked when he was done telling the story. 
I was teared up, and answered, "Krystal Rusk was my mom.".  I started to cry and he cried too, holding me close, whispering good things in my ear.  I finally found someone who was like me and gets what I was going through. 

What will happen next?  Keep reading and thanks for trying out the first chapter!