The Lost City of Atlantis

Chapter 5 - New Mission

The next couple of weeks went by in a breeze considering that every day was a routine. I'd wake up every morning eat breakfast with the family, then Keith would drop off his sister to preschool on our way to school. Mary and Joeseph both worked at the same building Mary being the Vice President and Joeseph being the President. The building was called James and Co. they handled all types of real estate from all over the world. Anyway back to the routine, after Keith dropped me off he'd go off to the cool kid's clique while I'd go hang out with my friends. Ambre and Josh, who had previously been on vacation for a week, came back the Monday I did and once I saw them I immediately told them everything that had happened from the morning I went to school last week to what I ate for breakfast this morning. While in school Keith would ignore my total existence. Occasionally he'd acknowledge my presence with a scowl other than that he'd go around with a permanent blank stare etched across his hands... His face, yeah his face, his plane face that looks nowhere near looking like a supermodel. Oh, who am I kidding? That face could go for one of a famous actor, singer, and model all wrapped up into one. I wonder where he gets it from, now I've seen his mother and she is beautiful - by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - but she looks nothing like Keith. I don't know he hasn't told me his whole life story, although I'm pretty sure he knows mine - my dad probably told his mom and she probably told him, I really have no clue.

So now here I am walking down the hallway towards A.P. English-- All of a sudden I was flying through the air almost landing on my face had I not put my arms out to shield my landing. I picked myself up along with all my stuff that went flying across the floor up only to see the she-devil herself standing clad in her original slut-fit. Ha-ha... Another one of my lame attempts at making jokes.

"What do you want Makayla?" Her whole group was standing there behind her like some sort of secret service, with their arms crossed across their chest. My gaze went back to Makayla and my face morphed into one of anger and annoyance - I mean seriously didn't she get enough already.

"I just wanted you to know that what you did in English last week didn't go by unpunished." She said her voice dripping with hate and malice.

"Is that all, I mean the way you have to have your whole group behind your back is giving me the impression that you're either scared of me or about to jump me."

"It's not my fault if I have people following me everywhere." She snapped.

"Makayla I'm pretty sure more than half of them were blackmailed into joining your stupid little colt, and the rest are probably hanging out with you because their parents told them to just to get on your parent's good side." I retorted this time with my hands in pockets, my whole body giving off a nonchalant vibe. Her face became red with anger, she literally looked like a tomato about ready to explode, and I swear I saw her left eye twitching. She turned around to someone in her group and a few seconds later Keith Miller walked forward with an impassive face stretched across those gorgeous features. Oh my god, I did not just say that. Yes, you did and don't you dare deny it. Shut up I can deny it if I want to.

"...you think." I only ended up hearing the last bit of his argument but he seemed to be pretty angry I didn't know why. I looked at him with confusion and only the bell saved me from asking him what he said. I turned around and fast walked my way back to English, but it didn't really make a difference if I went to class since I wasn't even paying attention. My attention just kept wandering back to what Keith had said no matter how hard I tried to concentrate. About ten minutes before the bell rung my phone vibrated. I took out my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen and what I saw surprised me.

One New Notification From:

Mom

I unlocked my phone and went to my text message app to see the text that she'd sent me:

I'm so sorry sweetheart. I promised I'd never leave you and I broke that promise. - Mom

I read the text three times before I finally cut out of my trance and sent her a text:

It's okay mom just tell me where you are. - Me

When she didn't respond I sent her another text:

Just please tell me where you are... Please mom just tell me where you are and if you're in any danger. - Me

I waited a little longer for her reply but it never came. So I pocketed my phone and packed up my stuff, waiting for the bell to ring. When it did I couldn't have been out of there faster as I raced down the hallways looking for my friends, but what I saw instead had me shaken to the core. There standing in his casual grey jacket - which I've only seen him wear one other time, white t-shirt, and faded jeans was Keith Miller standing next to the janitor's closet sucking the face off of Makayla Gomez. A quiver went down my spine and I shuddered. I turned around and walked away but not before I saw the devilish like smirk on Makayla's face like she had just killed someone and got away with it. I walked away, as fast as my legs would take me, out of this school. I honestly didn't care about the consequences I'd receive for ditching another class I just really wanted to be by myself and figure out where my mom is. The only place I knew was my mom and I's apartment, so that's where I went.

I walked up the stairs and towards the door with the number '304' on it. I unlocked the door and believe me when I tell you that this was not the way I left it. Literally, the whole room was upside down - or whatever was left of the room. I looked at all the broken lamps and plates, the torn up sofa, don't even get me started on the smashed up TV - which was actually really expensive. I walked toward my room doing my best to avoid any pieces of glass and other debris. My room was a whole other story, I mean yeah it was messed up but not as much as the living room and kitchen. Next, I checked my mom's room, now that room I've got to say was by far the worst of the entire apartment. The mattress was on the ground and ripped into pieces, the closet doors were scattered across the room - well the pieces of it were, her nightstand was on the ground face down with the drawers strewn across the room. As I was about to turn and leave I stepped on something and sound of glass breaking filled the room. I looked down and picked up what it was. The sight made a sad smile play across my face, in my hands lay the original photograph of my mom and I laughing like lunatics on the bridge that overlooked the Mediterranean Sea. I walked back toward the living room with it in my hands and silent tears dripping along my puffy, red cheeks. Once I made it to the living room I sat on the only remaining cushion there was left on top of the couch. The only thing I did was sit there with my favorite picture of my mom and me in my hands crying, it was the first time I'd cried since my father had left us. And man had those tears built up over the years. Eventually, I decided to take the picture with me so I took the picture out of the frame and saw a bunch of numbers on the back of the picture. I looked at the picture for a while, studying it thinking of what those numbers meant. After about fifteen minutes of me thinking I took out my laptop - that I'd taken to school to work on my pictures. I opened up chrome and typed in the numbers. My best guess was that these numbers were either a phone number or digits that unlocked a lock, but what I saw instead made a ghost of a smile play along my lips and made way more sense. They were longitude and latitude coordinates, and they were pointed to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. It all made sense now pieces of the puzzle were slowly but surely fitting into place. As I looked at the area of the coordinates an idea popped into my head:

was left on top of the couch. The only thing I did was sit there with my favorite picture of my mom and me in my hands crying, it was the first time I'd cried since my father had left us. And man had those tears built up over the years. Eventually, I decided to take the picture with me so I took the picture out of the frame and saw a bunch of numbers on the back of the picture. I looked at the picture for a while, studying it thinking of what those numbers meant. After about fifteen minutes of me thinking I took out my laptop - that I'd taken to school to work on my pictures. I opened up chrome and typed in the numbers. My best guess was that these numbers were either a phone number or digits that unlocked a lock, but what I saw instead made a ghost of a smile play along my lips and made way more sense. They were longitude and latitude coordinates, and they were pointed to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. It all made sense now pieces of the puzzle were slowly but surely fitting into place. As I looked at the area of the coordinates an idea popped into my head: I was going to go after my mom, and I was going to succeed no matter what it took.

"I'm coming for you mom."