Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1- Rude awakening

            Ugh, what time is it? My head is throbbing and I feel like I might vomit… as I quickly rolled over and sat up I realized that something wasn’t right. “Hello honey.” I jerked my head to the right. “Who, who are you?” I stuttered. “Oh, honey it’s me, your Aunt Maria? You passed out last night. How are you doing?” “How am I doing? What in the world are you talking...” and then it all came crashing back to the surface. The party, the lights, the truth.

      “Wait, WHERE ARE MY PARENTS?!” I demanded.  “Sweetie, I think you should wait a little wh...” She was suddenly cut off by my screaming. “Where are they? ANSWER ME!” Aunt Maria took in a deep breath before she started “Honey, they were in a horrible accident last night. A drunk driver didn’t stop at a red light and hit them head on. By the, by the time an ambulance,” She couldn’t utter another word from the tears that where now pouring from her eyes, and that’s when I finally realized it. My parents are dead.

     “They’re gone?” I asked in a hushed whisper. “Oh honey,” “What am I supposed to do now?! They were my life! They can’t be dead, there’s got to be a mistake! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! This is a dream right? Wake up, wake up!” The tears came streaming out of my eyes. Why me? WHY ME?! I’m Arin De La Rosa for crying out loud! Why in the world do I deserve this?!  I can’t live without them. I didn’t even get to tell them goodbye.  “Arin, it’s, it’s going to be,” “Don’t you dare say that. Nothing is going to be fine! My parents are gone! It’s senior year. Where am I supposed to go, what am I supposed to do?!” 

      “Well Arin, it looks like you’re going to have to come with me to Chicago.” Chicago? CHICAGO? Is she kidding me?! All my friends are here. I can’t just leave! “Ma. Aunt Maria, I can’t just leave. I’m, I, I like it here. It’s my home. How do you expect me to just leave and say goodbye to all my friends! They, they,” “Arin, you can always make new friends! You need a fresh start. Get away from here. Believe me, you won’t be a burden,”

     “A burden? You think I’m worried about being a freaking burden! Maybe you’re not hearing me correctly. I have a status here; I can’t just get up and leave. Maybe I can rent an apartment, fend for myself.” “No, I’m sorry chica, but you’re coming,” “But,” “No buts! I am not leaving you here by yourself! I know I haven’t been around much in the last couple of years, but I’m here now. If there’s one thing I know about your parents it’s that they would want the best for you.” “You don’t know anything about my parents! I don’t want to go. You can’t make me!” “Arin, it’s decided. I’m sorry that is has to be on these circumstances, but you’re coming. I’m sure you’re going to love Chicago!”

     “Why me?! Why is this happening to me?” That’s when the tears started coming again. “Arin,” Aunt Maria said in a soft voice, “This is hard. I can’t say I know what YOU’RE going through, but I do have an idea. That was my sister, my bestfriend, and your father? We all grew up together. We were the closet friends. It’s been a hectic couple of years and I know I haven’t seen you in a while, but I’m here now. I know how hard this is for you, but I’m here. You have to trust me. Can you please do that Arin? Just trust me.”

      How could I say no to that? She did have a point; I knew my parents were always close to her. I guess it’s time to take that leap of faith. If my parents could trust her, I guess I could too.  “Aunt Maria, I guess I’m going to have to trust you. When do we leave?” “In two weeks,” she said with a weak smile. Two weeks? That’s all I had with my friends? Two measly weeks to pack up my life here and just go? You’re going to have to trust her Arin, I chanted over again in my head.

        “Arin?” My aunt said interrupting my thoughts. “Mhmm?” “Why don’t you get ready? We’re going to go to lunch if that’s okay with you? We have some arrangements to make.” “Alright, I’ll be down in a few.”

Arrangements? What did she mean by, oh, arrangements, my parents. This isn’t going to be an easy lunch.

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