*Hi, I would like to start this by saying, I myself do not speak Spanish, for lines that my characters say stuff in the language, That will be what my friends, who take Spanish, will have translated. Also, I myself am not Bilingual in speaking languages. I know ASL and English, so the way my character sometimes change languages will be from my own experience with that. So please don't yell at my if it is inaccurate, if you comment it, I will try and fix it, tips are welcomed and frankly needed when it comes to this subject. Thank you, and let's get to the story. I Own Nothing!
The Call
I sat at the kitchen counter, reading over our science book. I know air pressure, and gravity is important, but we learned this last years so the assignment was trivial. Papa came in to the room, kissed me on the forehead then walked over to Mama. I shook my head and looked down back to the textbook as they kissed.
The house phone rang and my mother walked over to pick it up. I continued reading about how the atmosphere worked when angry yelling erupted from my mother on the other side of the room. My father and I both looked at my mother in concern as Mama slammed the phone back onto its placeholder.
"Es-" Papa was cut off my mother, who started to cry. I stood up and slowly started walking towards my parents.
Anger Written across my Mama's face, concern on my father. "El se escape." My mind wrapped around what she had said, 'he ran away.'? Who? That it hit me, it was probably the garrison who called. The only calls we got on the home phone was from the academy.
No, I thought to myself, Lance loved it there to much to leave. He worked his ass off to get in there, he wouldn't throw that all away that quickly. I stood there in confusion, my mind running a million miles an hour. He would come home, right? If he really did run away, he would come home, to us. I settled my mind on that fact, holding onto it, he would, he would have to.
Three Months Later
I cracked the rest of my lunch n my pale and, hurried out of the door to the car were Papa was waiting. I got in and w took off for school, the ride so far was silent, like the house had been lately. Lance hadn't come home yet and the Garrison hadn't found them yet, they insisted since it was an 'inhouse' matter, they better be the ones to investigate it.
"So, highschool." Papa said flatly, "you ready?" I signed, at least he was trying to start the conversation.
"I hope so," The car stopped and I grabbed my bag to step out when I was stopped m Papa grabbing my hand, I looked to him and he gave me one of his now rare real smiles.
"Good luck Hija." I smiled back, knowing I would need it.
"Thanks, Papa." I shouldered my backpack and slammed the door shut behind me, feeling a little more confident about the day.
When I got to the building I pulled out my phone and scrolled threw my Emails, looking for the one that contained my schedule and locker number. Thinking back, I probably should have opened this a while back. I pulled it up and glanced at my poker number. '666' great, even my locker was telling me this was going to be a bad year.
I scanned the numbers until I found mine. Memorising the location, I looked at my schedule.
Period A- Home Room (Mr. Slye)
Period B- Science, Advanced (Mrs. Tucker)
Period C- Algebra II (Mr. Slye)
Period D- Lunch
Period IN- Physical Education (Mr. Taylor)
Period OF- Soil Studies (Ms. Vince)
Period G- Free Period (Commons)
Period H- English (Mrs. White)
I signed, dropping my backpack at my feet and unzipping it. Grabbing my Social Studies and English textbooks, seeing I wouldn't need them for a while. I turned in the now existence crowd of students as I heard my name being called.
"Mari! Over here." I smiled spotting my best friend at the other end of the hallway. I quickly closed my locker, shoulder my backpack and rushed over. I immediately wrapped my arms around El.
"God, I have missed you." I smiled and looked up into his golden eyes laughing at his hair. "What did-" He cut my off before I could even finish my question. His black hair that was usually all over the place was now buzzed off so only a thin layer of it existed over his deep skin.
"My mother, Evil, she said at was getting out of control, so she killed it all." I plaster a fake smile on my face in a mock pout.
"She didn't kill it all, a little bit of it survived," I said rubbing the remaining hair consciously.
He brushed my hand and the comment off, "Classes. Now." I started holding his own hand out for my phone with containing the Email. I gave it to him with playful annoyed look. He started nodding after looking it over. "Not bad Mclain, not bad at all." He handed it back as we walked off to class.
The moment I got home after my first day of school I hurried off to my room, locked the door, and found the laptop that I had made a long time ago. I sat criss-cross applesauce on my bed as I opened it and pulled up a file I had made when I realized the Garrison Hadn't been honest with us when they told us about Lance.
I smiled as I knew which lead I would Fowle tonight.
