Living With The Simons.

Ch.8. The Day Before.

Saturday.

Dear Diary,

Today is the day before Mum and Dads funeral.. I don't think I am really prepared to see them. Lifeless..

At least I don't have to go to school for a week later.

The family here has been great and welcoming. MarySue, the mother here, was and excellent person. She definitely cares about the baby.

She's usually not around much either, but at the they have their father at least.

-Aliza.

* * * *

Waking up, I looked at the clock it was 8:47 a.m. I stretched my body and went to take a shower. But I couldn't help but over hear MarySue and Brandon talking, about me..

"Brandon, how do you think Aliza felt living practically alone? I mean she's just a child, her parents shouldn't have always left her completely alone so much." MarySue stated.

"MarySue, you know we shouldn't talk about that right now, right here. We know we're treating her well now, and even though she might've had a hard time there, she has no worries with us. Here, she has many siblings who will definitely get to love her. So please, don't bring it up anymore." Brandon said. I could hear Brandon's heavy footsteps indicating their conversation is over.

* * * *

"Hey, Aliza, do you want to go to a party tonight? Its at Shawn's place," Braxton said as we were passing each other in the hallway.

Shawn was a popular guy at our school along with Braxton. As a matter of fact, Braxton's best friend. He's a cool guy, too cocky, but hey he's also another player ;).

"Um, sure. Can I ride with you? I don't really want to go if I can't," I said, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment. He probably doesn't want to even be seen with me!

"Yeah, be ready at 6:30, we'll be leaving then."

* * * *

I dressed in my red halter dress that went to about mid-thigh. I straightened my hair, and put some black 2 inch heels on.

I went downstairs and got into Braxton's vehicle.

'SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS' blasted through the stereo at the party. I've had about 3 shots of tequila, and I am feeling a big tipsy. I wouldn't call myself a light weight at all. Today I would get drunk, forget my worries. At least, before the funeral...

Grinding on all the boys around me, I could feel somebody's hand grasp my waist.

"Let go of me!" I shouted. I had no idea who this creep was!

Trying to get out of his grasp, I heard Braxton finally come.

"Josh, get your hands the fuck off her. When a lady asks you to do something, thy generally means do it. As for you Aliza, I think its time for us to go"

And that, right there, was the end of my night. I don't even remember getting to bed. I guess Braxton carried me.. How sweet.

Funeral. Is. Tomorrow... I miss you Mum and Dad..