When I'm on my way home, I think over the day I had at School, trying to remember my teacher's names, the new friends I made. The switching classes. Everything is so different than middle school the people are so much taller. When everyone is 6'4, I'm only 5'0 Noah is really tall he has to be about 6 foot 2.
As I walk through the front door, I see my stepmom chopping vegetables. She sees me and asks,
"how was your first day!
"good," I say as I head up to my room
As I lay down to relax or take a nap, I feel my phone buzz on my stomach in my hands, as I check my phone its a message from I number that I don't know of saying, "I was too shy to tell you, but you looked adorable today even with your messy bun, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow." My face instantly lit up because I think its Noah.i had so many questions, how did he get my number? What made him text me? Why would he want to see me tomorrow? All for the rest of the day, my mind was flowing with these questions I tried to answer back, but I was just too shy too. When me my stepmom and brother are eating dinner i feel a buzz on my lap, I look down and its the same number. saying, " wow I wrote you that whole cute thing, and you didn't even reply madison I feel attacked!" I giggle at the fact that he knows already I hate being called Madison. I finally build up the courage to answer back "sorry i didn't even see it, my little brother plays on my phone likes to open my messages, but that was really cute white." white is his last name he told me that he hates being called by his last name .
as I look up from my phone I see my step mom looking at me with a stern look, "what was that?" she says in a tone that makes me know I'm in trouble ," oh nothing just friend from school texted me and it was important." I saw with a blank face, so she thinks im serious. "Maddison, you know better than to go on your phone at the table whatever it was can wait, that is disrespectful, I know I raised you better than that," she says which brings me down a little. "don't say you raised me you've been here for a year you didn't raise me so stop acting like your my mom, because your far from what I call mom," I say as my eyes start to fill up with massive tears. I can see that she is not faised by my whole speech. I stomp up to my room and begin to cry light tears. I hate how she thinks that she can replace my mom, in 2 days it's going to be a year that she's dead. No one knows but my family that I have to live with my stepmom and that both of my parents are gone. My mom died in a car crash on her way to my dance audition for LaGuardia because I wanted her to come so I wouldn't be as nervous, every day I tell myself that it's my fault she died. My dad got deported and didn't want to bring us with him, so now im stuck here with nowhere to go.
As my tears still roll down my face and I feel a small hand on my shoulder, and it's my little brother, Luca, trying to comfort me as I cry. he is the only type of real family I have left. I laugh at the fact that a 4-year-old is rubbing my shoulder and wiping my tears, "I miss mommy and daddy to but don't cry, sissy." he says in a soft voice. How is a 4-year-old fixing my whole mood? I literally love him so much he has my dads eyes and my mom's hair and skin color. Even the same beauty mark above his lip just like me and my mom had. I hug him tightly as i'm crying about how cute my little brother is. As I put him in his own bed and tuck him in and read him a story as he drifts off to sleep. I go to my private room I check my phone for a response from Noah, I don't see anything so decided to go to sleep.
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LOVING AND FIGHTING
عاطفيةMaddie a 14 year old girl going into here freshman year of high school, normal girl, good looks,all you can ask for. one night she meets a boy that will change her life forever.
