Willow Bend
Chapter 2
Lareina sat quietly on the edge of her seat. The cushioned pillow wasn't the most comfortable in the world, and she had fidgeted the whole hour. But now, was the deciding moment. The moment she had waited for the whole 5 years of her life, if she would be accepted at pre-school. The tall principal they called Ms. Snyder, entered briskly. She looked about 30, and her red hair was frizzy gleefully around her pale face. Her green eyes were so sweet, that Lareina felt right at home. Her mother had to go to work an hour ago, and left Lareina with the teacher. "Where has the time flown?" Said Ms. Snyder in her sweet airy voice. Lareina shook her head innocently, and shrugged,
"Out the window?" Ms. Snyder smiled, showing perfectly straight white teeth, she laughed cordially and sat at her leather chair. Her desk formed a corner, with a little entrance on the side. The computer was in one line of the corner, and her paper work on the other. Lareina had never seen a computer before, her family was quite poor. Her mother worked at a laundry mat, and her father at a grocery store. Both had gotten out of school at 13, getting as much as a 7th grade education. "Well, Lareina, is that it?" Began Ms. Snyder. Lareina looked confused, she had told she would be asked questions, but she did not understand what Ms. Snyder meant. Lareina sat silently, contemplating what all this meant. "Lareina, that's your name, am I correct?" Lareina nodded, "Half. My real name is," she took a deep breath, "Lareina Natalie Ann-Marie, Josaphina, Calamore, the first." She completed her accent untouchable. Ms. Snyder looked shocked, "How old are you?" she asked a little skeptically. "Five." Lareina clarified. Ms. Snyder nodded, "Yes of course."
She stopped, and walked closely to Lareina. She sat in the cushioned seat next to her, "Lareina, I'm going to tell you something serious. Your mother, is not coming back." Lareina slowly lifted her eyes up to Ms. Snyder, "She is not?" Ms. Snyder shook her head solemnly, "She is not your real mother." Lareina's brown eyes grew wide, "This can't be true-" Lareina knew Ms. Snyder could say silly things, like asking her impossible questions, and her age. Everyone thought Lareina was at least 8, but her parents had lost count, and told her she was 5. Lareina whispered quietly to Ms. Snyder, "And who is?" Ms. Snyder reached over to her desk and grabbed a picture, a wealthy Hispanic woman, standing in front of a large white house, surrounded by great columns. And the surrounding environment all trees and woods. Lareina shook her head, "But she is so-beautiful, and rich. No no-I am poor, and-" Ms. Snyder combed Lareina's thick dark brown hair, with her fingertip. "That is your real first name, but your last name is Rodriguez. Your mother did not know how to care for you, and she gave you up for adoption. The people you know as your parents so desperatly wanted a child, but then, they needed jobs to care for you. Your mother was sent a letter
Chapter 2
Lareina sat quietly on the edge of her seat. The cushioned pillow wasn't the most comfortable in the world, and she had fidgeted the whole hour. But now, was the deciding moment. The moment she had waited for the whole 5 years of her life, if she would be accepted at pre-school. The tall principal they called Ms. Snyder, entered briskly. She looked about 30, and her red hair was frizzy gleefully around her pale face. Her green eyes were so sweet, that Lareina felt right at home. Her mother had to go to work an hour ago, and left Lareina with the teacher. "Where has the time flown?" Said Ms. Snyder in her sweet airy voice. Lareina shook her head innocently, and shrugged,
"Out the window?" Ms. Snyder smiled, showing perfectly straight white teeth, she laughed cordially and sat at her leather chair. Her desk formed a corner, with a little entrance on the side. The computer was in one line of the corner, and her paper work on the other. Lareina had never seen a computer before, her family was quite poor. Her mother worked at a laundry mat, and her father at a grocery store. Both had gotten out of school at 13, getting as much as a 7th grade education. "Well, Lareina, is that it?" Began Ms. Snyder. Lareina looked confused, she had told she would be asked questions, but she did not understand what Ms. Snyder meant. Lareina sat silently, contemplating what all this meant. "Lareina, that's your name, am I correct?" Lareina nodded, "Half. My real name is," she took a deep breath, "Lareina Natalie Ann-Marie, Josaphina, Calamore, the first." She completed her accent untouchable. Ms. Snyder looked shocked, "How old are you?" she asked a little skeptically. "Five." Lareina clarified. Ms. Snyder nodded, "Yes of course."
She stopped, and walked closely to Lareina. She sat in the cushioned seat next to her, "Lareina, I'm going to tell you something serious. Your mother, is not coming back." Lareina slowly lifted her eyes up to Ms. Snyder, "She is not?" Ms. Snyder shook her head solemnly, "She is not your real mother." Lareina's brown eyes grew wide, "This can't be true-" Lareina knew Ms. Snyder could say silly things, like asking her impossible questions, and her age. Everyone thought Lareina was at least 8, but her parents had lost count, and told her she was 5. Lareina whispered quietly to Ms. Snyder, "And who is?" Ms. Snyder reached over to her desk and grabbed a picture, a wealthy Hispanic woman, standing in front of a large white house, surrounded by great columns. And the surrounding environment all trees and woods. Lareina shook her head, "But she is so-beautiful, and rich. No no-I am poor, and-" Ms. Snyder combed Lareina's thick dark brown hair, with her fingertip. "That is your real first name, but your last name is Rodriguez. Your mother did not know how to care for you, and she gave you up for adoption. The people you know as your parents so desperatly wanted a child, but then, they needed jobs to care for you. Your mother was sent a letter