A Figure Of Infinity

Chapter 1

The day I had fallen out of a floating parade float, I had found out I was adopted. I woke up that morning with a sick feeling in my stomach, I was awake before Papi so I thought about making my Vomit a La Carte, pretty much I just make my own vomit by putting random ingredients in boiling water for five minutes and say I threw up. I get up and hear my doorbell ring, I slowly make my way over to the door and looked through the peephole of Apartment 415. I’m not surprised to see Alexis on the other side. She often picks me up because she actually has a car and is old enough to drive. My Papi had gotten up by now, and sees I am not ready for school just yet. It is a Tuesday, just not like any other Tuesday.

I put on my red cardigan over my navy blue and white striped blouse and wore jeans only from hollister. It is soon winter time, as the date is November 3, and its Ugg season. Alexis’ parents are one of the richest in Boston so she can afford having her hair and makeup done every morning. She has straight blonde hair that goes down to her waist, her eyes are an icy blue. I don’t think she hasn’t dated anyone she wanted to date. She was one of those kind of girls that if she said it, she got it. I have known her since it was okay to watch barney and enjoy it. For me, she isn’t one of those backstabbing girls who’ll say they’re your bff then go ahead to someone else and say they hate you. No, if Angelina Jolie took a look at me and said “Thats your best friend?” Alexis would say “Yep, sure is.”  

I am fifteen and I have this light brown hair with hazel eyes that remind me of moldy bread. My hair is only about five inches past my shoulders. Its not curly but more wavy, no one has really seen it wavy because I straighten my hair every morning. I’m fifteen and I still have most of my stuffed animals from my complicated childhood. I live with my Papi, my mother had died when I was three, I don’t remember much but at nights I swear I can hear the faint sound of her laughter coming from the window; when all there really is is a light frost from late night chills. I’ve never told my Papi this, he’s sensitive when it comes to discussing what exactly happened. I can see the sadness in his eyes and the pain of the experiences, it almost makes me feel that I am lucky not remembering how she died.

“Let me in Belle!” I let Alexis in almost immediately. I forget that she was even there in the first place.

“Sorry, I was just thinking”

“Yeah well, school starts in twenty minutes–you want a ride or not?”

“Yeah just let me eat breakfast and get my stuff together.” I make my way over to my little niche in the kitchen where I eat whenever Papi has dates come over. As I walk through the kitchen door, I see on the island a square plate with two over-easy eggs placed as eyes, a tiny stack of green pancakes no bigger than the palm of my hand as the nose, and three or four pieces of bacon bent a little to form a smiling mouth. My Papi had made my breakfast, and it was my favorite. As a child I had always loved the book Green eggs and ham so my Papi made green pancakes whenever he could.

I loved him for that.

 

I quickly ate my breakfast and put my AP textbook in my over-the-shoulder bag and headed out the door. Alexis had a nice car, it was her favorite color; pink. Since we had lived in the city, she needed a small car from China or maybe Japan. I never knew the kind of cars that I would see right off the bat but, because of her talking about how her daddy had gotten it for her last year and what kind it was and how she got her license, it made it easy for me to remember what kind of car she had; a Spark.

We passed Fenway Park and arrived in our school parking lot maybe about three minutes later. I see my other friends, Kassy, Tiffany, and Nikki. We all have Pre-Calculus together and all agree that the class and homework sucks. I keep my grades toward the A mark, I have dreams of getting into MIT for architecture and there is no way in anyone’s dreams that you can get in there without having good grades. I’ve always like building and architecture since I went to  Washington D.C. and saw the buildings and their high columns and the parks with the sculptures. Most of my friends think “But that requires math...” and trust me, I know that. I don’t mind math classes because all math is is just focused work, for me, it is one of the easiest languages in the world because no matter where you go, the math language is spoken the same. Wherever you go, one plus one will always equal two, and that amazes me.