In The Heart Of Her Mind.

Im On My Break.

Sunday's were very quiet at the park. No noisy kids playing around, no dogs trying to chew on my papers and no couples.

Alice Walker, Alice Walker, Alice Walker. I tapped on my note book with the back of my pencil. Waiting for the story of an orphan teenage girl to just flow.

It shouldn't be so hard, do it for her. I thought to my self.

Should her parents still be alive? should they have died when she was born or in an accident that will occur later? Should she fall in love with a boy she comes across? Should he be the societies rebel? The storyline had been used too many times. What else could I do?

The books I had written in the past were mainly about crime and adventure. Success and riches. Writing about a depressed teenager was new for me, I needed new.

I started to write down two different plots, both of which required me to reach deep into my brand new female teenage mind.

The buzzing sound from my pocket startled me a bit. Pulling my phone out I was disappointed to see my sisters name flash on my screen when I had hoped for it to be my Bella, telling me how she loves me and how sorry she is for making such a horrible mistake before crying to me about how hard these past years have been just as they were for me. All that seemed almost impossible since she never did reply to any of my texts, calls, emails, heck, I even stopped by her parents house hoping they would tell me where she had moved to.

I placed the phone to my ear after touching the answer icon.

"God Micah! I thought you were dead! Why don't you ever return our calls." Maria yelled causing me to shut my eyes in response to the headache I had had for what seemed like forever but can't seem to get used to.

"I've been busy." I simply said to my sister.

"Busy being love sick are we?" John interjected. I guess the call was put on speaker.

"What do you guys want?" Talking to my siblings right now really wasn't on my agenda today or ever.

"Well grumpy, we're having a dinner for mamma next Friday. Since you've been enjoying your solitude its obvious that you don't know that she's ill and we want all her loved ones to be there with her and yes, including you." Maria stated silently waiting for my answer.

"I can't make it, I'll be busy on that day." I scratched the back of my head as Maria started to curse in our Italian dialect. I moved the phone away from my ear and watched as the seconds counted along with me.

3, 2, 1...

I placed the phone back on my ear hearing Maria take a deep breath on the line before speaking up again.

"You never come and see her Micah, since Papa left were the only ones left that are his blood." She reasoned with me.

"When I left that house Mia, I don't recall my self swearing an oath to be Mamma's guardian angel. You seem so okay wasting your time there with John when she'll be dead any day from now." I say as the line went silent. I looked at my phone to see that the call was still going. When I put it back on my ear Mia spoke yet again.

"I could say a thousand and one words to you right now Micah. But other than no longer having a family or girlfriend, you don't even deserve to have a mother. It pains me that she still gives a shit about you." The line finally went dead.

A book about a hot tempered middle aged woman would sell really well. I scribbled down some points for another plot I had in mind.