I sat on the couch in front of the TV watching movies since it was the weekend and my life was awfully boring considering I didn't have one.
*Ding Dong*
'Do we even have a doorbell?'
I got up from my couch and walked over to my front door. I looked through the peephole and saw a lady with really really brightly colored hair that looked kinda familiar. I gave up on trying to figure out who it was and opened the door.
"Um, yea?" I asked stupidly
"Oh, this is harder than I thought." The woman whispered under her breath
"What is?" I asked her suspiciously.
"Aria, can I come in?" The woman asked.
"Who are you, and how do you know my name?" I asked.
"I'm your aunt, Your mothers sister. She never wanted me around because she thinks im crazy." She admitted
"My mother never had a sister, she was an only child. You must have the wrong house." I said closing the door.
"Wait! Please let me prove it." She pleaded. I stopped and waited for her to continue.
She dug through her purse viciously and eventually found what she was looking for. It looked like a photo. She handed it to me and I looked at it closely. There was a teenage girl with bright, long magenta hair in a cheerleader uniform next to a girl about the same age but she had blonde hair and light green eyes like me. But most of the time my eye color was unpredictable. Some people say I look almost exactly like Avril Lavigne.
"Who is that?" I said pointing to the girl that looked like me.
"Thats your mom in high school, Looks like you doesn't it?" She said smiling sadly.
"This doesn't prove anything." I said almost angry.
"Fine, Maybe this will help." She dug through her purse a second time and pulled out a silver heartshaped locket on a silver chain.
"Where did you get that." I said fuming. My mom never took that thing off.
"Aria, Your mother, She died in a car accident last night."
I could feel the heat rush to my face and hot tears rolled down my face.
"YOUR LYING!" I shouted, hurt and angry.
"Aria, please I know it's hard to believe." I could see she started crying to.
"Please, just leave me alone." I cried quietly and ran inside not bothering to shut the door.
"No, Its dangerous to be alone when you have been through this emotional pain." She choked out as she walked into my house.
she took me into and embrace and stroked my hair until I calmed down. She smelled like expensive perfume.
"Is she really gone?" I huffed out.
"Yes honey. Im so sorry." The truth hit me hard but I didn't bother to make excuses.
"Can I ask you a question?" My aunt asked.
"I guess." I said.
"Was she a good mom?"
"She was. She would always buy me the toys I asked for and took me shopping on the weekends and helped me with my homework. She was the Ideal mom. That was before my dad left. When I turned nine My dad just up and left no explanation or goodbye. Although It hurt My mom took it hard. She wouldn't talk often and most of the time wasn't even home. Its been like that ever since. But I never judged her for it because i know how much it hurt. If you look at it this way, Without her I wouldn't be here so im willing to take what she can give."
"Oh, Im sorry." She said.
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"Your mom was a really good person, That I know. never backed down always stood up for what she thought was right and always helped people. She really was an amazing person." She said.
"I know." I responded quietly. Suddenly my thoughts jumbled and I was on the brink of bursting into tears again, What will I do? Both my parents are gone and I don't have anywhere else to go.
"What will I do?" I asked almost in shock.
"Okay, so I know you don't know me very well but I was hoping you would want to live with me?" She said nervously.
"I don't really have a choice other than going to a foster home. Which I don't want to do." I said.
"So?"
"I will stay with you." I said quietly.
"Okay, thats good because they already signed you off to me anyway. Thats what it says in her will that if something were to happen she chose me to take care of you. Although I have no idea why because she made it pretty clear to me that she hated my guts when she got married." she said quickly.
"Can we just go now? I need to get away from here." I said.
"Don't you want to say goodbye to everyone? Like a going away party or something?" She asked.
"There isn't anyone to say goodbye to." I admitted sadly.
"Oh, well then lets get packing! Im glad I brought my truck!" She said.
"Will you help me?" I asked like a child.
"Of course honey, anything you need!" She said cheerfully.
We both walked into my bedroom and started packing things into her custom painted hot pink truck.