All the Lovely Hopefuls

Chapter 7

Ally's Pov>>>>

On the ride he from the taxi we didn't talk. I thought I liked this guy but, apparently he doesn't like me back.

By the time we got to my house he finally said something.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Of course not my mom is dead!" I shouted on accident. Maybe that's why he isn't talking to me. I say stuff like that.

"I know that but are you scared?" he said politely.

"Absolutely, I'm terrified." I said then my hands started shaking. At that moment I thought about the kiss. How I reacted to it and how it felt. I was shaking from that alone. I turned away from him I walked up the steps to my house. I knocked with three simple knocks. I can hear whispering from inside the house. 'is that Ally who is it?' 'well answer the door!'

"AllyCat!" my dad said as he opened the door. He seemed very happy to see me.

"Poppa! uh poppa I'd like you to meet someone," I said wave my hand to Harry, "meet-"

"Harry!" my dad interrupted me.

"Wait! you know him?" I asked.

"Well of course when I heard about the news he was the first to help and tell the real Good Samaritan." he said as the happiest pappy in the world.

"Good Samaritan? Harry why didn't you tell me this?" I said as I turned to him.

"I thought it would be to much." he said.

I knew he was right it would have been to much but I still wasn't happy that he didn't tell me. He wasn't getting out without a sorry.

"Really I couldn't have gotten some recognition that you saw the crash or help my mom with the crash? That the someone was you?!" I saw almost crying.

"I'm sorry I thought I was doing the right thing." He said sweetly.

I really thought he was a jerk but he really wasn't but sure he was arrogant and cocky I think he could be truly wonderful.

"Of course you were you can leave now." I said sternly.

"Ok" he said while walking away with his hands in his pockets and his hair swayed to the side.

I walked into the house and the funeral was the only thing coming ahead of me.

July 16th.....the funeral for Veronica May Darcy.

The service was boring it didn't seem to tell my mothers story. Not her real one at least the casket closed and so is my heart. There is no one I can trust. The funeral went by quick and it seemed in a minute I was sitting on the couch and turning on the tele. I soon went back to college in America two years later and found myself a best friend.

"Maggie!" I yelled "did you eat the cupcakes again cuz I actually enjoy baking and eating the stuff I bake."

"Ugh but there are so good!" she giggled.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. My life was blooming but that wasn't gonna bring me to who I was before.

"Hey guess what!?" Maggie said with an exciting tone.

"What?" I said.

"I was listening to the radio and I got some free tickets to the pub band playing at George center." she said.

"Oh I love that band!" I was so excited that was my favorite band.

"George center is huge too! so there is gonna be like super famous people there." she said with a spark.

"How intriguing!" I was so excited.

Pub band George center this was gonna be fun.

But little did I know that fun had a different meaning.