Dangerous Temptations

(1) New Morning, New Year, New Life.

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Chapter 1: New Morning, New Year, New Life.

MIA:

23rd of September 2013

I threw another bubbly blue shirt on the floor, I'm so not wearing that. 

This was probably the hundredth shirt I throw on the floor because it was just not appropriate for going to school, or in other words, going to school as a newly motherless student. Then again, I'm just looking for an excuse to not just lie in a ball on my bed and refuse to go anywhere. 

My clothing and extra picky choices is just my excuse for today. It's my rock until I have to explain to the world how I actually am. Miserable. Empty. Grief-stricken. 

The truth is, I actually don't want to get out of this room. I want to crawl back into bed, and wait for my mom to open my door, and sing me some of her weird, childish songs that I always said that I hated even though I secretly liked. I could wait all day for her to walk through that door, but she never will, never again. 

My mom was one of those people who could bring the light to a dark world. She'd just sit around in the morning and make heavenly chocolate chip pancakes that could not make the morning any better. She'd always have a fun way to wake me up, and drive some positive energy through me just so I could have a headstart for the day. She suffered a lot, which is why she knew how much having an affirmative attitude towards any day -or life in general- could make a difference.

The funny thing about life though, is that just when you think you could take that person for granted, they vanish from your life. You go to bed thinking that this person will be right there when you wake up everyday.  You think that you have forever, but you don't. I didn't.

 I woke up, and I heard a horrendous crash outside my window. I saw a car slammed into a tree just before the street corner. Our car. I saw fire. I saw the flames flying up into the air, smoke swallowing the clear sky. I tried running, but it was too late. Delilah Cosgrov was gone. My mother was gone. 

There's even a worse side to not having my mom around. The side where every single person in the neighborhood has to shoot me 'the pity glance'. 

I'm now the poor girl who lost her mother way too young. Sometimes, I just wish that my mother wasn't all that popular. There wasn't a human being -or animal for that matter- who wasn't effected in some way with my mom's passing. So it wasn't a surprise that when she died in that stupid car crash, the whole town was in her funeral, aka the worst day of my entire existence.

There were a lot of "I'm sorrys" and "Are you okays" given that I really didn't give a crap about hearing. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, my dad came up to me, drunk off his ass, yelling at me, and ruining the funeral. The one place where it should've been peaceful. Just then, my friends thought that it was the right time to pull me out of the funeral, and that brings us to today. My current state of misery.

I guess people could understand how my situation is after my mom. Dad was doing a pretty good job at making me feel better the past weeks. In fact, I didn't see him at all in that period of time. How cool is that?

Come on, now. Let's not get all into my all famous sob story. It's a good thing I have some white paint to brighten up the grim picture I just painted in your heads.

On the much brighter side, I have my friends. I grew up with my friends. I lived some of my most amazing life experiences with them, and I can't imagine my life without them. They were my only rock; they constantly made sure that I was okay, made sure someone was always there to drive me wherever I wanted, just like any parent would actually do. In another words, the things my dad should be doing.