A/N: I'm going to apologize right now for any and all Spanish mistakes I made in this story…SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tina101
Chapter 1:
Angela walked down the hallway with her best friend, Kara. The two sixteen year olds were on their way to Health class.
"Angel, Kara, wait up!" Darren, Kara's twin brother, called. Kara rolled her eyes. Darren caught up to the two girls. "So, you guys ready to learn about AIDS today?" he asked sarcastically. Angela snorted.
"Yeah, right. Who cares? They've had that cure around since we were born. We don't need to learn this shit," Angel replied simply. She didn't look at Darren.
"I'll see you guys at class," Darren said before dashing off to talk to a friend. Kara looked over at Angela, who was bright red.
"Oh my God, will you please get over this jungle fever?" Kara cried as she and Angela entered their classroom. "It's disgusting that you like my brother," Kara hissed. She and Angela took their seats.
"I can't help who I like. Darren's a sweet guy." Kara snorted. "to me at least." Darren slid into his seat next to Kara.
"What are we talking about?" he asked.
"We're talking about you, so go away," Kara snapped. Darren rolled his eyes.
"Okay class, settle down," Ms. Smith, the teacher, announced after the bell rang. "Today we're going to learn about AIDS, old treatments and the cure that came out sixteen years ago. I have a short article about the cure for you to read." Ms. Smith passed out a piece of paper. Angela took her copy and stared at it. This was boring. A minute or two later, Kara tapped Angela's shoulder.
"Read the fourth paragraph," she mouthed. Angel nodded and read the paragraph.
"'I never thought I'd live to see the day,' Mimi Davis, one recipient said." Angel began to shake. Her vision blurred and her head swam. Angela grabbed her backpack and went to go talk to Ms. Smith.
"Can I go to the nurse, I don't feel well?" Angela asked quietly. Ms. Smith looked up.
"Of course," she replied with hesitation. Angela shouldered her backpack and left.
Once at the nurse's office, Angela laid down on one of the cots. She felt sick to her stomach. Luckily, someone was on his or her way to pick her up. Angela couldn't handle finishing the day; it was only third period. She still clutched the article in her hand.
The door to the nurse's office opened, and Mimi walked in. Angela rolled over to face her Mother.
"Hola mija," Mimi said quietly.
"Mrs. Davis, I need you to sign your daughter out," the nurse said. Mimi signed a piece of green paper. Angel rolled off the cot and grabbed her backpack. Mimi kissed her cheek and felt her forehead.
"You feel a little warm. You were fine this morning." Mimi took Angela's backpack and led her out to the car.
Angela was silent the whole way home. She was trying to figure out how to talk to her parents about the article. When Angela and Mimi got up to their apartment, Roger was busy working on a new song. He left in about seven weeks for a month and a half long tour.
"How are you feeling?" he asked Angela. Angela bit her bottom lip. She could always tell both her parents anything.
"Can I talk to you guys about something?" she asked.
"Of course, what's wrong?" Mimi replied. With shaking hands, Angela handed her Mother the article. Mimi scanned it over. "Oh honey," she breathed. Roger got up and looked at the article.
"Why didn't you tell me!?" Angela demanded.
"It's complicated," Roger replied.
"This is huge! I feel like I can't trust you guys." Mimi put her hand on Angela's shoulder.
"Mija-"
"Don't 'mija' me. I lied to me. How could you?" Angela had tears in her eyes.
"That was a rough period of our lives. Your Mother and I made some pretty bad decisions. We were going to tell you," Roger explained.
"When, on your deathbeds?" Angela spat. Roger was now fuming. He grabbed Angela's arm roughly.
"You will not talk to me like that! I am your Father! We were going to tell you when we thought that you were ready." Angela pushed Roger away.
"Get your hands off of me!" she yelled. Mimi stepped in to keep things from getting out of hand.
"Angela, please go
to your room to calm down," she said quietly but firmly. "We'll
talk about this later."
"Fine, send me to my room! That's
what you always do when you know that I have a point."
"Angela!"
Mimi yelled. Angela grabbed her backpack and fled to her room.
Mimi sank down onto the couch and buried her face in her hands; this wasn't how she planned on telling Angela. Roger sat down next to his wife and held her close.
"Where did we go wrong?" Mimi asked through tears. Roger kissed the top of her head.
"She has a temper like her Mother." Mimi shot Roger a dirty look.
"You mean like her Father," she retorted. Mimi stopped.
"What do we do now?"
"I'll go talk to her in a little while. Right now, I want to give her a chance to cool down some."
Angela barricaded herself in her room for the entire day. At one point when Mimi checked on her, she was fast asleep. Around five in the evening, Mimi opened the door to Angela's bedroom and found the room empty.
"Angela?" Mimi asked. "Angela?" She went to go check the bathroom. "Angela!?" Mimi was starting to get scared. "Angela Cameron Davis, this isn't funny!" Roger came out of the master bedroom.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I can't find Angela," Mimi replied. She went back to Angela's room and looked where she would usually 'hide' between her bed and the wall. She wasn't there. Mimi began to shake. "Angela!" she screamed.
A/N: Pictures of all OC members are up on my homepages.
Tina101