Beautiful Disaster

Tatiana

Hey, my name is Tatiana Rosas I'm sixteen almost seventeen Let me tell you a little about myself. For starters I'm not in any way thrilled to be here. But moving on. I'm five feet seven inches tall. I'm a bit on the thicker side.  I'm a straight A student well was at my old school Northern Prep Academy. I was in there drama club, art club, yearbook, optimist club, and band I played the Saxophone. I wanted to do more but it got hard because I had to have time for my studies.  There's really nothing to special about me though. Just your regular kind of girl although i am obsessed with Hollister and Aeropostale. My two favorite places to shop. I love my Michael Kor's and Coach purses. My Nike Cortez and white Converse. My favorite music well I don't really have a favorite, but I do love to listen to Mr. Criminal and Mr. Capone-E.  I don't know if I found love with the art of tattoos or if it was because my daddy was covered in them. My favorite magazine is Seventeen and INKED I loved to gossip about the latest hits on YouTube with my friends. I played soccer and I was on the dance team back home. I used to bake and craft with my mom. I have about ten trophies from competitions I was in. My dream is to still get into Juilliard. I love my iPhone and laptop I can't live without them. I have my tongue and my dimples pierced. That was my last birthday gift my mom gave me. Now about my mom she passed away two days ago from cancer. So, she left me to go live with my estranged father Joaquin. I'm hurt because nobody cared to ask what I wanted. Mi Tia was there with us to the end. We became extremely close. But during the last few days of my mom's life she was busy talking with her about how I was to be cared for. So, in respecting my mom's wishes I'm sitting here looking out the window. The ground looks so small from way up here on this plane. As I was saying so I'm on my way to go live with my father in Los Angeles. I'm so terrified. I have so many thoughts going through my mind. What if he doesn't recognize me what if he doesn't like me what am I supposed to talk about. What do I say?

"good afternoon ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking we will be landing in about eight minutes. Welcome to Los Angeles California. Current temperature is eighty-six degrees and sunny. Thank you for flying United Airlines. Please fasten your seatbelts and please shut off all electronic devices until we have landed"

So, my plane landed right on schedule at L.A.X. I walked over to baggage claim where my father was already waiting for me. I texted Tia to let her know I landed, and I was heading toward my father. I found myself walking faster until I dropped my bags and ran into his arms crying. I didn't care about anything else. I just needed my daddy. So, we skipped the introductions. We headed out of the airport it was hot and very bright. He stated that his car was about ten minutes away.  I wiped away the tears as we walked up to his car. He must be living the life. I never knew what he did for a living. He never gave my mom a dime for me growing up. I never got nothing as much as a birthday or Christmas card. And yet here we are in the short stay parking standing behind this jet black 2018 class C Mercedes Benz. He put my things in the trunk of the car. We got inside he asked what kind of music I liked if I wanted him to play something. I told him that I liked lil Tweety if he could play that. His face lit up. And so, he put it on as we drove out of the parking lot. He headed west and then took a left and onto the freeway. He said it was about a thirty-five-minute drive. I never been to California before it was beautiful. The beaches the ocean. The people oh my god so many people. All kinds too. The things you only thought happened in movies. They really do no justice. Seriously. Here I am taking it all in. I was beginning to think everything might work out. And I will be fine. My father pulled off the freeway down some roads and onto W 3rd and Miramar street then a right on S. Beaudry Avenue and then a left on W 2nd street. He stopped in front of twelve forty – one. We both got out the car he took my things out of the trunk and headed to the front door. I was so frightened white washed cheap shack homes that were surrounded by sad assembled rundown apartments.  There wasn't much to the front yards really. But there was a lot of traffic. People on porches drinking and smoking. You could here sirens and people arguing in the distance. I chucked thinking to myself I was going to be living a nightmare. My father was by the door when he turned around to put the alarm on his car. And told me to come inside. I didn't know if I was ready to do it. But I felt a nudge. I took I deep breath and headed toward my father inside. I headed for my room and started to unpack and situate my things when Muerto texted me to make sure I made it okay. He was still in rehab in garden grove.