body {margin-left:225} body {margin-right:225} p {text-align:right} My Sisters and I- Aren't we Charming? Chapter One- Where's Mom?

Author's note: It's supposed to be this way!!! Don't freak out! And now it's Carmen.
Special thanks to: Shawna Conley and Laura Evans for being in this (my sisters!)



I'm about seventeen. I was in my car with my sisters, Laura and Shawna, showing off my driver's license, when it happened. When we got home, a swarm of police and ambulances were at the front door of the house. We ran to see what happened. A stretcher was holding Mom. She was shot.

Now, Laura won't stop crying. Shawna was always the calm one but this time...well I don't know. I don't think she can handle it. As soon as we got to the hospital, she kept on asking all the doctors and the nurses if Mom was going to live. When she wasn't doing that, she was with Laura, comforting her and telling her everything was going to be ok.

I knew I was in denial. This wasn't happening! Mom was still ok, and I was dreaming. I kept thinking. When I wake up, I'll have to tell my sisters the funny dream I had. But this wasn't a dream and I knew it.

Here's what happened: Someone broke in our house. They were looking for something or someone. When they couldn't find that whatever, they took it out on Mom. They shot Mom! Laura kept complaining that she should've told someone, but she would never say what she should've told. "I should've told...This wouldn't have happened if I told..." She kept saying.

This was really scary. I thought. My sisters are acting like Mom died. But she didn't. Mom wouldn't do that to us. We still need her! I'm only sixteen! Oh, sure Shawna can take care of us, she's twenty, but she's still in college!

"Excuse me, were you girls related to Ms. Newman?" I looked up. A doctor was standing in front of us.

"What do you mean 'were?'" I asked. She can't be dead! Not yet we haven't said goodbye!

"Well," The doctor looked kind of sad. "she just passed away. I'm very sorry."

I just lost it then. "WHAT?" I slid off the chair, onto my knees, collasped on the floor, and started crying. "She can't be dead...not yet..." The news didn't help Laura either. She fainted. Now Shawna was in denial too.

"No..." she mumbled. For a while, thats how we were. I was on the floor, crying. Laura had fainted and Shawna just kept saying "No."

I don't remember how we got home. I guess that doctor called cab for us. I guess he paid for it too. During the ride home, Laura was still out of it, but she was also mumbling. "Stop...don't hurt Mom..."

We're home now. At least that's good. The last of our family members are dead now, or gone, like dad. The only picture we have of him was on their wedding. They looked so pretty. Mom took off after she knew who he was. She would never say who though, like if we knew, we would go away too. We used to joke about what he was. Shawna would say, "He's a killer!" Laura would say, "He's dead!" And I would say, "Nope!" acting like Mom. "He's a ice-cream truck driver." We would all burst out laughing in the end, but I would be laughing first. If only Mom was still here to see that we still care.



It's the day of the funeral. None of us can believe Mom is gone. Her friends came to pay their dues and left, leaving us standing by her grave, weeping. Except for one man everyone had an umbrella, it was raining. Something about that man bothered me. He looked oddly familiar. When he came to pay his dues, he touched her cheek and whispered, "I'll see you soon my love." Then he looked at me and when I blinked, he vanished.



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