Life's Decisions-A Magcon Boys fan Fiction

chapter 2

"Miss Bordelon?" A voice called into the house.Yes,even after my parents were murdered here,I remained in the building.It may sound strange, but it's honeslty not.Calling for them to come in, I didnt have to think to know that it was the officer working on my parents case.Which involved me getting me to stay with a legal gurdian."Ah,skylar are you ready to leave?"He asked standing over me like a giant.I looked at him with my usaul blank,pained expression and nodded.I was sitting on the sofa with my bags laying by my feet so I could easily leave right then and there.All of the picture frames that had once lined the walls were removed and some of them where placed inside on of my bags.The others were given to my other family memebers whom i've never heard of.I got to keep some of there stuff to.Deciding upon my mother's wedding dress,some of her jewerly,and a few of my fathers shirts and sweatshirts, I didnt want a lot and let the others take whatever they wanted.Right now, I was wearing one of my fathers shirts tucked into a pair of shorts with my red vans.My hair was thrown into a messy bun seeing I was flying from Ohio to Cali and im no one importent so i dont have to impress anyone.The shirt suprisingly didnt smell like smoke,well it was very fainted to say the least.But the smell of cologne overpowered it and the cologne was actually quite nice.It made me feel as if he were still here.Which was the main point of me taking his shirts and sweatshirts."Sky,let's go."His voice snapped me out of daze and i gently reached up to my ears to nervously fondle with my earrings that my mother had given me for a birthday preasant, not even a couple days before her death.Grabbing my bags, I followed the officer into his car.Of course he had to bring the cop car to pick up a 16 year old and bring her thp the airport.Of course.We reached the airport in record timing and i didnt exactly expect him to stay while i went through security,but he did.Which completely shocked me because I have no idea who this man is,yet he is trying to so desperately for me to find a place to stay and make sure im okay."Alright, this is the part where I leave and you board you're flight."He chuckled and even gave me a gentle hug.I was to suprised to even return it."Stay safe,and be good Skylar ."He smiled and walked away.Yet i kenw that wouldnt be the last time i saw him.Something in my head made sure of it.

Boarding my flight,I had packed a bunch of books for the long journey ahead of me.And thank the Lord I have a one way flight to California or else i would have been pissed if i had to stop reading,when im already in the groove,and pack up to just have to read again and get back into the mood.Its quite stressful just thinking about it .You see,with my father constantly owing money to these strange and tough men,my mother hardly had enough money to support us with her two full time jobs.Therefore, I do not have a phone or Ipod or whatever you call those devices.I dont have any sort of technolagy.My mother was the best.Even though i hardly got to see her,with her busy work schedule and all.She always tried to make time to talk to me,and when she couldnt she always left notes.God how im gonna miss getting those notes.Just seeing a simple 'I love you' or 'stay out of trouble' would make my day worth while. I loved my mom.And the way she had to to leave just wasnt fair.My father wasnt a bad guy.He really wasnt.Sure he drank a lot and smoked a lot, but he never realy did anything.He couldnt.Becase he knew that if he did something and ended up in trouble with the police he'd be kicked out.And everyone knows he cant stay with a buddy or anything.When he want on the streets harrassing people passing by, he would actually do stuff with me.He'd help with my mathmatics homework or be a critic on my latest art work.He was great.When he wasnt being an ass that is.Art...that's what i can do.I'll draw my parents.Taking out my sketch book and pencil,I began to draw my parents.

Five hours passed by and I was already finishing the color of my mother's eyes,her eyes were the most beautiful things i have ever seen.They were so unique.With they're blue outer rims and there green and orange specks surronding her pupil, I was thankful that i inherited my mother's eyes, instead of my father's big,puppy like brown ones.Once the piece was finally finished I smiled down at it with gentle tears glisting in my eyes.I miss them.I miss them a lot actually.Placing it into my bag gently,I looked out the window and found myself getting lost in the world i call my head.Daydreaming of impossible scenarios,I remember what it was like.What it was like before they died

Dad would come home late at night and I would be struggling with my homework.He'd ask where mom was and i'd reply 'Still at work'.He would take his leather jacket off, place it over the chair,spin the chair backwards and sit down.He'd rest his arms on the back of the chair and have his legs on either side of it.He would ask me what im doing and i'd reply back to him with homework.Then, he would help me.Giving me bizarre situations that seemed silly then,but helped every thing click together.He was amazing at math.But then he got involved with bad things.Sometimes i wish he didnt do the things he did.

But you cant change whats already been done:(

Okay so there was chapther 2 hope you enjoyed it i know your prob like when are the damn boys being brought into the stroy dont worry there being brought into the next chapter i alreadt wrote that one out so that is being typed right after this.I love you big big:)