Disclaimer: only Alita is mine.
Fuck, Alita thought to herself as she threw her stuff into her bag getting ready for
school. Where is it? She sighed with relief as she found the text book she had misplaced
under her bed.
"Chica the bus is coming" yelled her mom from the kitchen. Great she thought off
to school for the who knows how manyth time this year with none of her homework done,
well I guess that's what spares are for. Alita ran out of her room to meet her mother and
father in the kitchen.
"Have a good sleep?" her father asked.
"What sleep? I was studying all night" She called back as she ran out the door.
She wasn't lying she really had been studying, like almost every other night this
week. She had no idea why she put her self through the hell of high school but hey it was
worth it, being known as the smart girl had its advantages.
She stepped out of her house only to see the bus drive by. Shit she thought as she
began to run after it, in hopes that the driver would see her. It must be her lucky day she
though as the bus slowed to a stop. Out of breath Alita boarded the bus and sat next to the
new kid she had hardly talked to this year.
"Hey" he said as she sat down.
"Hi" she replied politely.
"Did you get that video done for French? I spent all night editing mine." Alita
couldn't help but notice this boy sounded nervous as he spoke to her.
"Ya, I was done ages ago, my uncle Mark helped me out, he does that sort of thing
for a living." she replied. In truth her uncle was the famous Mark Cohen, documentary
film maker, but judging by the new kids excitement as she mentioned her uncle he
already knew that.
Just as he was about to reply the bus pulled up in front of the school.
"Be seeing you then" she told the boy.
"Ya, bye" he replied, seeming disappointed he couldn't continue the conversation.
Alita on the other hand was happy, she hated forced chit chat, it drover her nuts. She
approached the school only to find she was running late. Alita was never late and this
wasn't going to be a first she thought as she dashed up to the third floor for her world
issues class. She was relieved when she arrived and almost more relieved as she saw the
tv sitting at the front of the room. Who wasn't relieved at that sight? Considering it often
meant a class of sleeping, catching up on work from other classes or catching up with
friends.
As Alita walked in the teacher closed the door behind her.
"As you all know we have recently been covering the topics of HIV/AIDS and
homeless issues that took place in the early nineties and to a degree still today. This is a
pretty old movie, it was hard to find but it was one of the first of its kind" Alita knew all
right, Alita hated this topic of all that she had learned so far. She knew of her parents diagnosis
and didnt feel the need to have her teacher fill her in on the disease. As the teacher set up the movie they were to be
watching Alita started pulling out the homework she had no time to do the night before.
That was until the teacher held up the case of the movie they were to be watching. This
was weird she though as she stared at the case, she read her uncles name on the case
over and over to make sure she was seeing right. She never knew he made a documentary
pertaining to this, she though she saw all her uncles films. Well maybe her homework
would go unfinished after all as she stared up at the screen as the teacher pressed play.
"I'll warn you, this is a pretty graphic one but I got it approved by the school
board, so pay close attention." As the movie began Alita knew why, the screen showed
homeless people begging, and Junkies shooting up. How horrible she though, them just
throwing there lives away like that. Then the narration started in what she recognized as
her uncles voice as an extremely familiar looking couples image appeared on the screen.
"This is Roger and Mimi" the narration said. Alita sat bolt up right in her chair as
she realized the couple was her parents. "Roger and Mimi are both HIV positive the
narration continued". Alita was ready to faint but the narration stopped as an image of a
younger version of her mother shooting up appeared on the screen followed by one of her
mother dancing at what looked like a night club. At this she couldn't take anymore.
Where did this come from she never knew her parents lived in the city never mind did
stuff like that, WHAT THE FUCK! They were suburbanites and always had been for as
far as she knew and a strip club dancer this had to be some sick joke she thought her mother went to Julliard
as she pulled out her cell ready to fling it into action to call who else, uncle Mark.
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Hi! I suppose if you are reading this you at least got through the first chapter of this story.
I would really appreciate some reviews! Plus they motivate me to write faster and that's always a good thing.
Update: So I made minor changes so that she did know about her parents diagnosis, yes I realize they should
probably both be dead right now but Im a big dummy and wrote the whole story before realizing the fact that
I cant fool you guys. So I would like to complement everyone for being on the ball.
