-Victoria-
I felt him grab my hand. I remember wearing a white dress. It would fly as I ran. I felt beautiful. It was a moment I could never forget-
*Alarm clock going off*
I woke up in shock of my alarm as it suddenly rang. No! I was having such a nice dream too. I looked at the clock. 7:00 AM. Well, time to wake up.
I quickly got up and walked into the bathroom to wash my face and take a bath. After that, I came back to my room and searched my closet for clothes. Needless to say, I got the things I needed to wear and put them on quickly.
I'm not very fashionable so if my mom doesn't make me wear something cute, I will just wear shorts and a T-shirt. A T-shirt and shorts look pretty cool to me. Who cares what people think. They shouldn't be telling me what to wear.
As the time turned 7:20, I walked downstairs and ate whatever my mom made for breakfast. Today, there are corndogs for breakfast.
"Victoria, how was your sleep?" Mom asked me.
"Pretty good. You?" I answered.
"It was well."
Judging from her dark circles, I can tell she had hardly any sleep. My father died just last year leaving my Mom, brother, me poor. Mom has to work really hard to support our family. She's going through so much. I try to help her as much as I can to reduce her stress, but it's hardly any better for her.
I remember exactly how her face was when the phone rang that day. She picked up the phone and answered only to hear the most unimaginable thing for her. Father has died in a car accident. Her face was horrified and tears dropped unstoppably. She lost her voice and didnt say anything for what felt like hours. We never eat dinner until Dad comes home. We just waited... And waited... And waited until Mom finally found her voice and said, "Dad won't be joining us for dinner tonight. And tomorrow. And... For the rest of our lives. He's..." Mom stopped talking and cried hysterically. I understood what she meant, but my brother Jake, only being three years old just kept playing. I ran to my mom and hugged her, trying to comfort her. I'm only 14. Dad has died pretty young. He was an amazing person. I wanted him to watch me succeed things in life, and now he can't. Life has been so hard ever since.
I came back to reality and saw my mom staring at the empty seat where Dad always sat.
"Victoria, I have something to tell you," Mom said quietly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well... Victoria, I know how much you love this beautiful house, but we have to sell it. I don't have enough money to pay the bills," she said sadly.
"But Mom, it's our house. I've always loved this house. It's so beautiful too. You can't just sell it. Think about Dad. He always loved this house."
"Honey, I understand, but we need to support ourselves. I'm not selling this house because I want to. It's a sacrifice I have to make for us to live. I'm sure Dad would rather have us live by selling this house rather than staying here and not having what we need to survive."
I was silent. This house is the most of what we have of Dad left. However, selling this house is probably the best option we have. I know that Mom would never sell this house for stupid reasons.
Mom hugged me and I looked at her. "Okay, I understand. I'll miss this place we used to call 'home' though."
"Me too."
After a few more seconds of silence, Mom grabbed her keys and I finished eating. I grabbed the lunch she made for me and she drove me to school.
Everyday when I get to school, I always walk to the back where there is one single tree behind one of the buildings. It was where Ethan and I always hang out. School was a distraction from family matters. It was the one place where I can stop thinking about all the things my family is going through.
"Hey Victoria," Ethan said as I walked toward him and sat under the tree with him.
"Hey, Ethan."
"Is everything going alright in your family?" He asked.
"No," I answered. I told him about everything with selling the house. He was someone I trusted with everything. He was always so compassionate and caring, but not a lot like he used to be. He used to be so bright and cheerful. I mean, he is still cheerful now, but not in the same way. He's pretty popular with the girls and he's always talking with someone. I don't have many friends, but I get along with many people. Ethan, however, could just hang out with the popular people, but for some reason he always comes to me. He is the only friend I have. All the friends I used to have all broke the trust I gave them. It broke my heart when I realized they didn't like me and thought I was ugly. I couldn't stand next to them anymore. I felt out of place. I felt that I didn't belong there. But... With Ethan, it's like I have all I need to live through highschool. He's my best friend and the best friend anyone can have.
