Many Years Have Pasted And Changed
Chapter 1
Selena's P.O.V
I was married to David Henrie and had a little girl named Alex. I was twenty-four and eight and a half months pregnant with a boy. I had ran away when I was twenty, after telling my mom I was pregnant.
Today I was at the store with my husband. My daughter was being babysat. I then bumped into someone. When I looked into that person's eyes I realized it was my mom. "Mom," I whispered. "Selena, is that you?" My mom had replied. I nodded and we hugged. She hugged me tight that I could barley breath. "Mom, can you let go? We need to breath." She let go and question we then look at my stomach and said, "Are you"- I had cut her off by nodding. David said hi to my mom and I told her about Alex and she told me about how they had found my long, lost sister. Who was also named Alex, and was seventeen. We went back to my mom's house and my sister wasn't there, but I got to see my stepdad. We drove back to my house and when we got there, there were fire trucks, police cars, and ambulance outside. I jumped out of the car and I saw my daughter being carried outside, on a searcher. I ran up to her and she was coughing and trying to open her eyes. I asked the police what had happened and they said there was a fire. I rode to the hospital with my daughter.
I waited and waited with David and my mom to see if she was going to be okay. Then I remember the babysitter. I asked the hospital about her and said there wasn't anyone in the house when they got there. I was mad and told David. He was pretty mad. He wanted to see her and talk to her. We decided that later that night we would go to her house and talk to her.
Finally Alex woke up and I was happy. I introduced her to my mom and she was happy to meet some other person in the family. We decided that we were going to live with my mom and stepdad.
We took her back to their house. We drove in the car laughing and talking about how life was going to be. Alex would talk a lot. She could go on and on about stuff.
Finally we reached the house at about five. We all sat on the couch and talked. My mom said that my sister would be home at eight, and she was out with her boyfriend, Brenden. I laughed at the idea of my sister having a boyfriend. I knew she was seventeen, but I have never gotten to know her or anything. I haven't ever even seen a picture of her. My mom had told me more about my sister, Alex and then called her to tell her dinner was almost ready.
I sat at the table. The same table I had sat at four years ago. I thought of the memories I had here. Like the food fights with my friends and laughs I shared.