The lost Trident
I walked into the night, the moon brightly shown on me. I walked past the garden and into the car. We were moving. I took one last look at my by far best house i could call home. I was used to the whole process. Mom has a better opportunity in New York, guess she is working in some camp or something.
"Excited" mom asked.
I looked at her and gave her my answer "No".
"Come on Kristen, this is for you".
"Alright" I replied.
"good".
Before I got the chance to turn my I-pod on my mom spoke,
"Wan't some Ice cream".
ugghh my weakness gets me everytime.
"sure" I said and we smiled. I looked at my beautifull mom once more. Blonde curls, the right touch of make-up her beautifull blue eyes. We looked nothing alike, she is my mom and i am her daughter, but we look more like friends than a family. (Mom had me young).
She looked like a subject of aphrodite, if she was real. I then looked at the mirror to face myself, Green eyes, Black hair and beach tan skin compared to her pale white. my eyes a shade you dont see everyday, especially since i put on a ton of eye liner a day. Makes me wonder of my father.
"Mom"
"Yes"
"Can I c-can I ask you something" I said and waited for her reply
"Sure thing" she started "You can ask me anything"
LIke I almost forgot Mom is a brainiac afterall.
"What was Dad like" I asked and knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
"Maybe I should tell you tomarrow".
and I nodded.