Once In A Blue Moon

The Call

To all my leggos, I am deeply sorry that I haven't updated in like a year.... I am poor in creativity juices and besides I couldn't get to an electronic device because it is impossible... Oceane you know this..... BTW: MY MOMMA IS PREGGO (>.<) WAHHHHHH!!! I hate my mother's hormones.  She's too unpredictable... one word:  BIPOLAR!!! ANYWHO, ONCE AGAIN I AM SORRY MY LEGGOS I WILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE THIS CHAPTER A FILLER ( AND LONGER) MUST START....NOW!!!

     "Move you faggot!" Rickky bellowed and then he slammed the door, gone.  My name is Aaron, and that is my asshole step-father.  My mom passed away from a car accident.  Only then did I see my step-father's true self.  He has 2 sons from another woman and they all despise me.  In their eyes I am a disgrace to their family.  I don't fucking understand how though...  I guess they just needed a reason to hate me... I don't know....

     Today is my mom's death anniversary and as usual my bastard of a step-father is out doing shit. I learned the hard way not to show any emotions whenever I am around any of my step-brothers or father.

ring ring.  "Who the hell would be calling me?" I thought.  I retrieved my phone, "Hello?" I asked anxiously.  "Is this Mr. Aaron Jones?" "Yes, speaking.  May I ask who this is?"  "My apologies, I am Detective Hernandez.  I am calling regarding your mother's death."

My heart froze into icicles.  I thought it was settled.  Why was this man calling?!!

"My condolences Mr. Jones, but I am afraid that your mother was not killed in an accident.  I was in charge of your mother's case and remembered that the defendant pleaded not guility, that he was not in charge of the accident that took place.  Even as the case was settled I had a gut instict that something is awfully weird about this case.  I questioned the defendant once again yesterday even though it has been a year since it took place and he said that as the two cars were about to collide, he saw your mother drifiting to sleep as if she was intoxicated.  But I remembered when I talked to you, you said that she doesn't like drinking alcoholic beverages.  I asked my assisstant if she could recieve the file for your mother's autopsy and the toxic level said 27% zolpidem (another name for ambien) in your mother's body.  It seems to me that it was either intentional, accidental, or forced upon her without her knowledge that she took this pill.  I voted for the later.  I called in the pathologist that examined your mother's body, but I could not reach her.  I then later extracted out the patholgist was missing two days after the case was settled.  That's very fishy, Mr. Jones.  Someone did not want anyone to find out what actually happend.  The pathologist, Miss Anne was silenced.  Also very fishy, on the report written by Miss Anne, that she represented to the jury, she specifically wrote that the defendant and your mother was not intoxicated in anyway at all.  I looked at her phone data and someone texting from a use-and-throw cell threatened Miss Anne her life if she didn't keep quiet.  We are working very hard to pinpoint where and when was the use-and-throw phone was bought.  I will inform you more on this case.  I hope you have a good day, Mr. Jones."

By then, I was shaking.  Someone murdered my mother.  And I will find out.

DUN DUN DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I loved writing this chapter because I got to research some stuff on the internet.  I am pursuing to major in psychology and to apply into the forensic/security/law department services after 8 years in Yale or Harvard.  LOLZ I am only 13 and I am thinking of college already.  This goes to show that I don't have a life.  I just sulk around like a normal teenage girl in my room reading and writing and reading and writing.  Yale or Harvard?  Watch me become like a disgrace and become a person who has to be dependent on another living thing.. what a sad life...

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