What is that sound? I ask myself as I roll over rubbing my eyes. I look over to the clock to see it's 1:46 am and I hear voices. So I get up and slide on my Moana slippers mama got me with the flowers on them and my matching robe and slowly open the door. As I got closer and closer the voices get louder and louder, I keep thinking to myself why is mama up? I sneak downstairs as quietly as I can and hides behind the bookshelf right outside the living room, I slowly peak around the corner and see mama and Serena. But something was wrong..Serena was crying, and her words didn't sound right. She is saying them wrong or not all the way with each sentence. I keep watching and notice she keeps pulling out this pink little metal thing and drinking from it as mama tries taking it away every time.
"Serena that's enough. You've had enough to drink. Now tell me what's wrong. You're here, 1 something in the morning crying and haven't told me what's wrong. Is it family related? Do you need some personal time?" Mama says finally taking the pink metal thing from her and setting it down on the table. Serena sighs then saying,
"He cheated! God he cheated..ON ME! Of ALL people! Me!"
"Hey.." Mama says in a loud whisper interrupting her and shhing her as she stood up and listening. At first I didn't understand why she what she was listening for until I realized she was making sure I wasn't awake! But little did mama know, I was standing right there. Mama sits back down and looks at Serena then saying,
"I'm sorry to hear that but you really shouldn't be drinking. To be honest, I never really liked Alan" She says laughing a bit causing Serena to laugh too. Serena pouted a bit as she whipped her face again and leaned her head on Mama's shoulder. I smile because I think Serena is going to be okay now, and mama is right. Alan was a meanie, he once knocked over my ice cream and lied to Serena saying I dropped it when he know he did it! I haven't liked him since! But anyway mama put her arm around Serena and begin to say to her,
"It's okay, you'll find someone better. Alan doesn't know what he's missing"
"He doesn't?" Serena says looking up at mama still sniffing. Mama looks back at her and I can't help but thinking Serena has this odd look in her eyes.
"Yeah, you're a beautiful, independent, intelligent woman. Anyone would be lucky to have you love. Keep your head up okay?" Mama says lifting her head back up because she put it down crying more as mama was speaking to her. Serena gets that same look in her eyes again, and I wonder what it means.
"Anyone? Alan? Mark from accounting?" She says joking a bit causing them to laugh. I don't even know what accounting is but I'm happy it made her smile.
"Yes, even Mark from accounting." Mama says laughing a little bit more then looking away from Serena. I guess mama could see the same thing I see, that different look in her eyes. Then she said,
"Even you?" She says looking at mama bitting her lip and playing in her hair. She trynna oo la la my mama! THE BETRAYAL! I thought Serena was my friend! I feel my tears start to well up as mama says okay, trying to moving away from Serena but before she can she kisses mama! ON THE LIPS! She gave my mama, MY- as in mine not hers a kiss on the lips! Now mama has cooties! I can't stop the tears from
falling as I run back upstairs to my room. I don't care if they heard me or not. I saw what I saw and mama didn't even resist it..I can't believe she forgot about mommy that quick! Maybe that's why she never likes to talk about her! Because she's so into 'Serena' now that mommy doesn't even matter. I lay back in my bed crying and saying anything and everything bad I could possibly think of about Serena and her 'pretty little green eyes' looking like a dang cat..trynna steal my mama away all for herself. I can't believe mama did this..I don't even think she cares to even know what I have been trying to figure out, or even help.

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Roman pour AdolescentsIf you died today what would your loved ones have to remember you by? Would there be anything left of you? Or would you slowly disappear only to be left to the mere faded memories in minds and few possessions? Or would you leave a story? Matter of f...