Under Works

Prologue

Bella:

"Momma!" I yell as I descend the staircase of our new home. We had just moved to Boston, Massachusetts because of my mothers illness and it was definitely something I hadn't mind. I would do anything for my mom and was glad to be living somewhere with a much cooler temperature. The heat of California is insane. August has finally come to an end and September was well on the rise.

"Yes, baby." She says poking her head out of the kitchen. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a casually ponytail and her deep brown eyes held a hint of curiosity running through them. My mom was only forty-one years old and had just been diagnosed with stage two breast cancer. Every time I looked at her my heart was ready to break at the thought of losing her. I was an only child and my dad was never really in the picture, so she's all I really have.

"I can't find my stupid charger." I say frustrated. I had nearly unpacked all my belongings and the one thing I couldn't find was my phone charger. My battery was just about to shit it's death bed.

She shakes her head and gives me a knowing smile as she disappears back into the kitchen. I'll admit I was a bit confused, how could she leave my phone on it's death bed like that? She reappears, dangling the white iPhone charger in her hand.

"Ugh," I groan and make way over to her. "What would I do without you mommy." I give her a hug and place a kiss on her cheek.

"I don't know dear, but sometimes your mind is just as dull as a one hundred year old man." She gives me a sheepish smile as I pull away from her, feigning hurt and betrayal.

"Mother! How dare you say such things about your only child?!" I question jokingly as I place my hand over my heart and fake a sniffle. She laughs at my foolish antics.

She turns me around and gives me a pat on the butt before telling me that my room better be sparkling clean before I even dare to use my cellphone. I head back up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I plug my charger into my phone and put it down before going to disassemble the brown cardboard boxes that have been taking up the majority of the space in my room. I set them aside in the hallway before grabbing the broom and sweeping the dark hardwood floors. I finished and started the impossible mission that is stretching out a fitted sheet over a queen size bed all by yourself. I felt like every time I tug lightly on the bottom left the top right would pop off.

Once my room was clean and everything was finally done I plopped down onto my bed and checked all of my social media, nothing was buzzing with excitement seeing as I didn't have many friends. Come to think of it I didn't have any friends. I always just kept to myself and worried about me and my mom. I was always so focused on work and helping out with the bills, especially my moms medical bills and I guess I didn't really have time to hang out with people.

"Bella, sweetie, come down and eat!" My mom called up the stairs. I looked over at the clock that sat on my bedside table, it was currently five-thirty in the afternoon and I was exhausted from unpacking all of my boxes.

I push myself off the bed and head down to the kitchen to see my mom cutting a piece of lasagna for me and herself. As soon as I see the delicious meal I swear my eyes turned into hearts.

"Thank you," I say as the saliva practically slips past my lips and dribbles down my chin. I take a seat and  and don't even hesitate before digging my fork right into it.

"There's plenty of left overs for the next few days." She takes the seat across from me and also places a water bottle next to my plate. "Tomorrow don't forget to go to the main office and get your schedule, please don't be late. I have an appointment tomorrow morning with the Surgeons at the hospital and then I'm heading into work."

"Ma, you should be resting and not working." I say giving her a stern look. I needed to start putting in applications for a job soon so my mom doesn't have to go to work so often. I don't want her to overwork her body. It was easy for her to get a job since she worked at some type of corporate business with many branches. They simply just transferred her to Boston.

"I know baby, but the bills have to get paid somehow. Unless you have a money tree hidden somewhere?" She gives me a small wink and I can't help but roll my eyes playfully.

"I'm gunna find a job soon, I promise."

She shakes her head as she scoops up a piece of lasagna on her fork. "There is no need to rush and beside I want you to focus on school and getting good grades to impress those colleges."

I sigh heavily before continuing to shovel the delicious food down my throat. My mom like many others wanted her child to be some type of doctor. I was only seventeen and I didn't know what career I wanted to pursue, but I know that I love working with animals.

I managed to finish my food first and jumped at the opportunity to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. My mom tried to help but I insisted that she go and get some rest. She finally gave up and retired up to her room.

I dried up all the dishes and put them in their respective places before deciding to unpack some of the boxes in the living room. I was feeling a bit nervous about starting school tomorrow. I was going to keep a low profile like I always have but I was really hoping that there wasn't some type of welcoming committee or someone assigned to show me around. I didn't want to speak to anyone or have friends for that matter.

After I had finished decorating and furnishing the living room and closed up the boxes, I put them aside so I could put them with the rest of the  recycling things.

I wanted to do more unpacking but body began to protest against me in exhaustion. I glanced over at the clock to find that about three hours had passed.

I turn all the lights off in the house before trudging up the stairs to get ready for bed. Oh how I hate school.