Fault In Our Stars (Michael Jackson)

Ch.10- Billie's Past

Flashback

I remember when I was a little girl.

My dad and mom were really close to those of Drew. I was like the "The Outsider". Like the "Ponyboy Curtis".

I always had my little big foreheaded self with the luck of golden locks- that had some green/hazel eyes to compliment it- to cover it up.

My dad and mom were of those typical Mexican Americans with deep brown eyes and liquidy brunette hair.

Drew had a sister, Rose, who was I think you can call it "kidnapped"...

But before this whole saga, Rose actually walked up to me while we were playing in the park- on the swings.

Her long brunette and flowy hair hung down her rather slender physique. She had those strong Red Indian features... something that I've always longed for... Her dark brown, almost black, eyes looked so sparkling... innocent. But what came out of her mouth was not so innocent...

"Your mom came one day to our church with a baby that she didn't carry. She was never pregnant. She was never pregnant with you. My mommy told me this", she said sounding all so snotty and nosy.

I just gave her a fake smile. "Our mothers tell us stuff, dear Rose. Especially if we're being interested in business that's not ours. And they don't really mean what they say", I kindly yet sarcastically said while placing my hand on her shoulder as some form of sympathy and then walking away from my swing.

Later on in my life, I found out that my parents were the town's gossip. Almost every single person in the town knew that I was adopted. From the town mayor...to the disabled hobo that sat on the street corner. But they were protecting me. From what and why? I didn't know.

My mom started becoming depressed especially right after it became apparent that my dad was cheating on her. Bills started coming through. Payments that were owed to brothels. Disgusting right?!?! I mean, it was weird. She started drinking and doing drugs. I was soon destined to survive a night with no meal.

But that's how a mom should treat her "daughter" because of her(mom's) husbands "good deeds"...right?

NO! NO! A mother should love her child...Her daughter. Not neglect her and go out freaking partying hoping that her new and bad actions will make her sex addict and unfaithful husband run back to her and fall onto his knees to seek forgiveness. But he did seek something.

He seeked a divorce and did the whole, "It's not you...it's me" shit. I'm just so mad at their foolish and childish actions. I was the one who was crying and seeking help helplessly.

But fine. No need to cry over spilt milk. The divorce went true.

This is how I was "taken care of".

My dad was driving me to the Hugdens' household. He said that social welfare would take me away if he didn't get me a home. I guess what's better than dumping the kid that you adopted at your friends' house?

They weren't even much of parent material to tell me that I was adopted. He left me with nothing else but that I was "much safer" now.

We marched over to a mahogany door that was part of the asset of a gigantic house.

"No. I don't want you to adopt her. Let her keep her last name. Just look after her".

His long,dark and curly Mexican hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. He had defined Red Indian features.

It was at that very moment that it "dawned" on me that he was most definitely not my father. (As an A/N keep up with the name "Dawn" as it will be used as emphasis for something later on in the book.) It's really scary to know that I could see the difference of race at the tender age of 5.

Mr and Mrs Hudgens led me to my room. It was more fancier than what I was use to. I laid me backpack onto the bed and looked around the room in awe. That's when Drew and Rose came in to introduce themselves. 

Drew... she had a little cute pointy nose and dark eyes just like Rose's. Her face was framed by little baby hair's that were part of the family of her long black wavy hair. And yes, she had Red Indian features.

"Are you a Hugdens now?", Rose seemed interested.
"No, Hernandez", I answered as kindly as possible and tried to sugar frost the hatred that I carried now with me me because of my parents.

That night, I laid in bed with my half moon necklace. It was silver in colour. This is the necklace that Michael helped me to take off. It made me feel safe and alive each time I held it. That's how I fell asleep that night.

The Hudgens offered me loads of opportunities. I could swim, eat ice-cream, play video games or relax whenever I felt like it.

BUT one thing was compulsory :
ACADEMICS.

Once I started school, I just seemed to love it. I was a fast learner. I did sport, I learned languages, even instruments were taught to me. I immediately enrolled into the Ultimate Ballet School. It was a dream of Mrs Hugdens to get her daughters into there but since I was in the picture too, I was picked too.

One day we went shopping for musical instruments and ballet shoes. Mrs Hudgens told Rose to look after me and Drew, since she was the eldest, while she checked our sizes in the shoes. When she returned, Rose was gone. We looked everywhere with no success. It went viral, on the news, newspapers etc.

Rose was never found.

The placement of the exam before me brought me back to reality. I said my prayer.

Name: Billie Twilight Nila Hernandez
Age:16/17
Let's see how this test goes off.

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