Diaries from a Lost Soul

Note: This will not be in Diary from, just thought it was a cool name XD.

Also note: I do not own American Dragon. But I do own Morocca, and everyone in her family.

Chapter 1: A rough beginning

Note, most of the story, will be in Morocca's P.O.V. If it is not, I will tell you. :)

MOROCCA'S P.O.V

I feel like this is all my fault.

If I were to only go back, and safe them.

If I were to tell them, the night before, I could have saved them.

I think about this day constantly, playing it over and over in my head. If only, I were to save them, I wouldn't be in this, misery.

FLASHBACK:

It was two weeks ago, back in my home state Missouri. I loved Missouri; I've lived in the same town my whole life. I knew everyone there, and they all, mostly knew me.

My midterms were that week. It was the day after winter break, and I did not want to go back to school this early. But I had to, or else I'd fail last semester.

My younger brother had caught the flu, which I tried to take care of him as much as I could. But, my parents decided he needed medical help, because his fever was not cooling down fast enough.

So as they dropped me off for school, I watched them wave good-bye and drive off. Little did I know, that was the last time I'd ever see them again.

It was about 10:30, and my hand was getting cramped from the test. When all of a sudden, I got a note, telling me to go to the office.

Normally, I am a straight A, never do bad kind of person, so whenever I get a note from the office, I feel a tremble in my heart. I grabbed the note, and slowly made my way to the principal's office.

I paced my way down the halls, staring at the pink slip. Maybe it's just another perfect attendance award. I thought to myself. But I only could kid myself so much, as I only got one attendance award a year. In the pit of my heart, I could tell that something was going to happen. And this certain something was bad.

I walked into the office, and handed to note to the Principal's aide. She shook her head at me, and pointed to the room next to her; the councilor's office. I had NO CLUE why I'd be sent to the councilor; I didn't even now I had a councilor. Maybe it was to take a certain survey… or to skip up a grade, I had no clue. Unaware of what was going to happen, I walked through the office, into the room.

The councilor was pretty crazy, scary as I pictured her. Her name was… Mrs. Sunshine, though I'm not to sure if that's her real name. I sat in the chair next to her, and she grabbed my hand and spoke.

"Honey, take a deep breath, I know this is hard on you…" she said. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL THIS LADY WAS TAKING ABOUT. So moved my hand away, and answered her notion.

"Mrs.… Sunshine, I don't know what you are talking about," I asked, trying to say it in a sincere way as much as I could.

She went up out of her chair, and over to me. She moved her arms, and put them around my back. Normally, I have this thing called "personal space". But right now, I didn't feel like telling her to get off of me. "Listen honey, something happened today…" she started to make out. I was puzzled, even more on the way she said it. It sounded like something bad, and my eyes started to narrow down. "Your family got in a car crash today on the way home from the doctor."

Suddenly, my concern about my personal space was not an issue. Hearing my family got in a car crash, how horrible is that? I loved my family, dearly. Listening to her tell me the story, gave me a pitch dark feeling in my stomach. Mrs. Sunshine opened her mouth, to say more. I didn't want to hear the news, but I knew I had to...

"A car ran a read light, came out of no where. And your car ran right into it…" she spoke once more. But I had a feeling, there was more… STOP PAUSING AND TELL ME THE NEWS ALREADY!!

"I'm sorry Morocca, but your parents are dead." She finally got the courage to say. My eyes felt like they could just explode. I couldn't believe it; both my mother and father, were gone. But what about my younger brother? I had to ask, just to know if he was save at least.

"What about Miles?" I sternly yelled at her. I could have asked a little nicer, but right now I didn't care.

Mrs. Sunshine bent down her head, and answered me. "I'm sorry, he died too."

I felt like dying right now. To lose everyone in my family, it's a horrible feeling. I walked out of her office, and walked out of the school. I knew the principal would probably stop me, but I didn't care.

I walked out, to see rain pouring from the sky. I looked up, and started to scream. Tears ran down my cheek, I couldn't believe it!! My whole family gone and I didn't even get to say good-bye. I have had bad days before, but today was the worse day of my life.

I walked back into the school, with my eyes blood shot red. The principal's assistant asked me if I wanted to see their bodies. But I refused; I didn't want to see my family's dead corpse. It was too awful to see, because if I were to see them, it would only make me commit subside.

I had no place to go; my teacher let me stay in the office couch and rest. Right now, the last thing on my mind was my grades.

I sat their on the couch, I couldn't stop crying. Most of my feelings were not grief however; it was shame, and hatred. If only I were to not go to school today, and be with my family. They wouldn't have gone to the doctor's so early if they didn't have to drop me off. Then, they could have avoided this mess. Even if they couldn't, at least I'd be there with them.

At many times today, I felt like killing myself. If I could just be with them, once more, it would make me feel better. And I wasn't afraid of death; I knew it would come someday. Just to kill myself right there, would save the misery.

But my mother always told me this. Never let a bad thing ruin your life. When something goes wrong, another thing will show up soon, that will brighten it up. I kept her words in my mind, but I didn't truly have faith in them. I mean, how something can make me feel better, after my parents and my brother just died!!

After school, I was sent to the Missouri Homeless Shelter. Here, is where all orphan kids go to either have a place to live, or to be reunited with their families. I stopped my tears by now, but the shame still lived in my soul.

Once I arrived there, a lady named Trish looked over at me from her desk. "Hello Ms. Morocca, I am truly sorry about your family." She said, as if she truly meant it. But I knew, she was just doing her job.

Trish typed on a computer, I'm guessing to search for my records. "Well, it says here you have family in here in the U.S." She spoke. And I knew who exactly she was talking about.

Most of my family lived in Canada, or some where in the Mexico area. But I only one family, who lived here in the U.S. It was my Aunt Rosie. She was my mom's sister, but they weren't that close. She was married to my Uncle Rick, and they have been together since. Together they had a kid, named Sam. Sammie was not my favorite cousin, even if he was the only one I never knew about.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love all my family. But let's just say, these weren't my favorite relatives. I never really talked to them. Actually I rarely knew about them, only a 5 dollar gift card around me and Miles birthday. And the occasional family get-together for Christmas. But that party consisted mostly of my father's side of the family, who came down from Canada. Auntie Rosie was the only one to make it from my mom's. And for some reason, cousin Sammie always seemed to pick on me, and they never did a damn thing about it.

I responded back to Trish, as I knew she was waiting an answer. "Yeah, I know who they are…" I said in a sarcastic way, but Trish didn't seem to notice.

"Well, they live not to far from here… in New York." She said, looking deeper into my records. "If you want, I can see if you can stay there…? Or…, you can live here at the Homeless Shelter. But a sweet girl like you doesn't need to be here." She smiled, as I knew she was trying not to let me live her. I bet there are thousands of yelling stray kids here, and one more would only add to her misery.

But did I really want to live with my Aunt and Uncle? They probably wouldn't want me anyways… but it was my only option. I'd rather stay with relatives, than live here, alone. "If they will want me, I will stay with them." I finally got the courage to say. Right after that, Trish made a phone call, all the way to New York City.

END OF FLASHBACK.

And now, here I am, on my way to New York. Trish offered me to drive there, as my Aunt and Uncle were to 'busy' to pick me up on a plane. I was a bit, afraid to see my family again. But even more afraid on how they will react about my family dying.

Even if it was two weeks ago, I still feel like it was all my fault. This stupid curse I had, always gave me grief. If only I were born human, maybe these things would have never happened…

I just thought of this story this morning, so I felt like writing it.

It is my first P.O.V. story, so don't hate. :)

And if you are wondering 'WHERE THE HECK IS JAKE!?' he will come, soon.

Also note: Morocca is a name I like, that's why I picked it. And where she lives, Missouri, that's just some random place I decided to make her used to live. Besides, Missouri, sounds a lot like misery. Count how many times I can say that word in this story.

Anyways, if you had read my previous story I just finished, I know I promised some sequels. This story will not be updated for awhile, as I will be working on those sequels. Just thought I would start it off, before I forget about it. :)