I always imagined that that’s what happened the night my father died. The police caught the guys that night. They're still in jail till this day. Its been 9 years since that night, yet I remember it like it was yesterday. “Goodnight baby girl”. His deep voice still echoes in my mind. People think that I forgot about it, since I was only 8 years old at the time, but how could I possibly forget when everyday at school im mocked because of who he was? “THIEF” “Stay away! I don’t want my money going missing.” My father, the man I loved to bits and pieces, ruined my life.
I lived in uptown Toronto, Canada with my mom, step dad Mark and little brother Jake in a small community known as Vaughn. It was a great place to live; beautiful greenery and parks and kind neighbors. The school that I went to, Vaughn Secondary School, was Hell to me. And it came with its own personal Satan, Melanie. A year elder than me, she had long, blonde hair that seemed to flow off her shoulders like silk. Hourglass figure and model face, she ruled the school and everyone in it… except my friend Jamie and i. and that’s what pissed her off the most. As I walked to class, there she was in the hallway, picking on another freshman.
“Why don’t you just leave her alone Melanie? She hasn’t even had a week to breathe at this school.”
“Oh, hey there theif. Since when are YOU little Robin Hood? Saving the poor little people?”
And that’s when I snapped. No way id let that pass. That cut me. Deep. She knew. She knew that my father read that to me the night before he died. How did she know? Because, we were best friends once upon a time.
