Somewhere in between

-Ch2-

        When I got to the park Olivia was there, like she always is. Looking around the park it's enchanting, but if you just glanced at it nothing about would catch your eye. When you first get to the edge of the Rosewood there is just the wood. But then you really go into it and there are more trees.  It was a tunnel of trees though, a tunnel of wonder. We agreed to never speak of this place because it was our special, secret. I looked for her and realized that she was in a tree. I laughed and because before I hadn't said anything else it startled her, she almost fell out of the tree. I rushed to catch her just in case she fell, even though I probably would of gotten crushed. She grabbed on to a branch last minute and steadied herself. At first I thought she was crying from the shock, but then I realized she was only laughing. I climbed up the tree on to my branch straight across from hers. I opened my bag and grabbed my chocolate chip granola bar. "So next time I advice you to not startle me or I may end up on the ground with many, many,many broken bones!!" she exclaimed. "Well in my defense, I wasn't like hiding behind anything waiting to pounce on on you like you did last Tuesday." I shouted back. " I was just standing on the ground and laughing. Innocently laughing! " I continued.  Well................ touché. "I'm sorry Adélaid I forgot about that" she finished. "I know that you are".

   Flash back to last Tuesday
       
         As I do every morning I walked the 2 blocks to the park to paint her walking to the Eiffel but, as I like to call it, the giant A. It truly looks like a huge, giant, massive sorry these are symptoms. But you get the point. I went to the Rosewood and, waiting there was supposed to be Olivia but she wasn't there . So I assumed my position on the tree branch to wait for her. I opened my bag to reach for my book when I heard something. Crack So I turned around and saw Rosie. " Rosie you know not to come after me when I have all ready left " I whispered. There were house near by so I didn't want to wake them. " I know but, I wanted to come this time " Rosie complained. "Alright, but just this time". She climbed up the tree to where she sits when she is here. I had to help her a couple of  times. When she finally got to her branch, just below ours, the was a strange noise and then something jumped out of the bushes. It scared Rosie so bad that she fell out of the tree, I climbed down the tree so fast that my hands had burns from the tree bark. I hopped down and heard the same scream as I did when I was climbing down. My sister!!! Oh no. Tears streamed down her red sploched cheeks, but she was put on her brave face for us. I looked down and saw that she was holding her wrist , it was a nasty shade of purple, blue, and yellow. Not a good sign.

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                             30 minutes later
     
        I had called mom to let her know happened and Rosie would be okay. We were taking her to the hospital in Olivia's new car. A Tesla. It was so cool, the doors open up and then you sat down. They closed behind you even when you don't do anything. I believe the word for that is " automatic ". Which was convenient sense Rosie couldn't open or close the door by herself. I was so glad because I would forget to open the door for her and she would be stuck in the car. That it would defeat the purpose of being there. The door closed behind me and I had the thought that it looked like I as in a space ship. I thought that I should wear something that was flexible and fashionable at the same time so I could save the planet without being restrained. I was wondering if my hair should look like the woman in the American movie Star wars. What's her name, oh right Princess Leyla. I wish I could do that with my hair it just will not stay in.  I undo my ponytail and use the rubber band to French braid my hair. I only know how to French braid my hair because my mother refused to teach me anything that wasn't French.    

         And no it isn't the mom I talked about earlier, it was my first mom.

  

           My mom had died 9 years ago when I was eight. Right now it doesn't hurt as much as it did when it was still fresh in my mind. When I think of her it's like rubbing salt into an old wound. Painful.
Every time I think of her it brings tears to my eyes. I quietly close my doors at night when I think about her and sneak out onto the roof. I take her old sweatshirt and photos to the roof with me. I see the sky that's lite up with stars. When they twinkle I can just imagine my mom smiling down on me. I find her star in the heavens and talk to it, wondering if she can hear me. The wind blows across my face, messing with my hair. Yup she's definitely listening. Mom used to do that to me when ever she got home from work. She'd never get home and not stop to check on me and how my day had been. We would watch silly movies together and try to predict what would happen in the end. Usually we would be way off and so we would crack up so much. We would play games, do puzzles, and laugh together to get through life. Then my " Dad" moved in with his daughter, Rosie. Rosie and I got along greatly, even though we were a  whole 7 years apart. Then through thick and thin we would stay together. We would support each other though anything and everything. Until my time with my mom ended. She time was up just like that. Death had knocked on her door.