Chapter 1
It had gone on all night now. This baby upstairs screaming at the top of it's lungs. Miguel had tried to sleep, tossing and turning, burying his head in his pillow, but he couldn't drown it out. The ceiling was paper- thin. You could even hear someone breathing on the other side. But it wasn't somebody breathing. It was blood curdling baby screams.
Miguel finally had enough. "OOOH, THAT'S IT!!!!!" He flung himself off the cot, pulled his shirt on, left the grubby little apartment that he and his best friend, Tulio (who was out that night), shared, and marched up the stairs. He was fuming. What kind of irresponsible, no good parents would let their kid scream it's throat raw?
Miguel finally reached the apartment just above his and started to bang on the door? "Hello? Is anybody in there?" No answer, except the baby screaming. Miguel banged harder. "Hey, open the door! I know someone's in there! Could you please calm down your kid? There are people TRYING to sleep around here!" The baby's screams grew louder. "That's it! I'm breaking the door down on the count of three! 1...2...3!!!!!!" He slammed into the door. "OW!!!!!!... All right, one more time! 1...2...3!!!!" This time, the door caved in, and Miguel toppled along with it. He sat up and rubbed his sore shoulder. "Sorry ma'am, I didn't want to do that, but what you are doing around here is un-" He looked around the room, and saw no adult or, in fact, anyone else. Only the baby. "-Sanitary." Miguel breathed in shock.
Someone had left this baby in here; all by it's self. "Who would do something like this?" Miguel asked, and then he saw that there was a note near the baby. He picked it up and read it.
"To anyone who has found my child, my name is Rosaline. I am thirteen years old and I have no money. This is my daughter, Maria. She was born three days ago. I love her very much, but I cannot afford her. My parents threw me out of the house when they found out I was having her out of wedlock, and, since I am female, I cannot get a job. I left her here because it was the only place I could find suitable in this miserable city. Please, whoever you are, take care of her. I shall return. Rosaline... My God. "Miguel dropped the letter and looked at the baby. She had thick, red hair and brown eyes, and she was smaller than a normal baby. Miguel picked her up carefully and she started to cry louder.
"Oh no no no no!!! Don't cry. I'm here. Calm down." He started to rock her back and forth, slowly and lovingly. He hummed a little and the baby slowly started to relax. "There there.... Well, that wasn't so hard!"
The baby cooed lovingly and touched Miguel's hand with her little clutched fist, and Miguel couldn't help but crack a huge smile and turn red. "Aaaaaaw, you're so-" Before Miguel could finish, the baby hiccupped and spit up all over shirt and a little in his hair. "-Sweet."
Miguel took the baby up to his apartment, laid the baby down in his bed, and he slept in Tulio's. After all, why should he get throw up all over his own bed?
It had gone on all night now. This baby upstairs screaming at the top of it's lungs. Miguel had tried to sleep, tossing and turning, burying his head in his pillow, but he couldn't drown it out. The ceiling was paper- thin. You could even hear someone breathing on the other side. But it wasn't somebody breathing. It was blood curdling baby screams.
Miguel finally had enough. "OOOH, THAT'S IT!!!!!" He flung himself off the cot, pulled his shirt on, left the grubby little apartment that he and his best friend, Tulio (who was out that night), shared, and marched up the stairs. He was fuming. What kind of irresponsible, no good parents would let their kid scream it's throat raw?
Miguel finally reached the apartment just above his and started to bang on the door? "Hello? Is anybody in there?" No answer, except the baby screaming. Miguel banged harder. "Hey, open the door! I know someone's in there! Could you please calm down your kid? There are people TRYING to sleep around here!" The baby's screams grew louder. "That's it! I'm breaking the door down on the count of three! 1...2...3!!!!!!" He slammed into the door. "OW!!!!!!... All right, one more time! 1...2...3!!!!" This time, the door caved in, and Miguel toppled along with it. He sat up and rubbed his sore shoulder. "Sorry ma'am, I didn't want to do that, but what you are doing around here is un-" He looked around the room, and saw no adult or, in fact, anyone else. Only the baby. "-Sanitary." Miguel breathed in shock.
Someone had left this baby in here; all by it's self. "Who would do something like this?" Miguel asked, and then he saw that there was a note near the baby. He picked it up and read it.
"To anyone who has found my child, my name is Rosaline. I am thirteen years old and I have no money. This is my daughter, Maria. She was born three days ago. I love her very much, but I cannot afford her. My parents threw me out of the house when they found out I was having her out of wedlock, and, since I am female, I cannot get a job. I left her here because it was the only place I could find suitable in this miserable city. Please, whoever you are, take care of her. I shall return. Rosaline... My God. "Miguel dropped the letter and looked at the baby. She had thick, red hair and brown eyes, and she was smaller than a normal baby. Miguel picked her up carefully and she started to cry louder.
"Oh no no no no!!! Don't cry. I'm here. Calm down." He started to rock her back and forth, slowly and lovingly. He hummed a little and the baby slowly started to relax. "There there.... Well, that wasn't so hard!"
The baby cooed lovingly and touched Miguel's hand with her little clutched fist, and Miguel couldn't help but crack a huge smile and turn red. "Aaaaaaw, you're so-" Before Miguel could finish, the baby hiccupped and spit up all over shirt and a little in his hair. "-Sweet."
Miguel took the baby up to his apartment, laid the baby down in his bed, and he slept in Tulio's. After all, why should he get throw up all over his own bed?