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Gabriella's Point of View

Today is Sunday; I am sitting on the couch waiting for mom to come home from work. She called a few minutes ago saying that she was going to bring home take-out.

Things were so weird on Friday and yesterday.

"I really don't know what is going on with the gang. Everything seemed fine on Friday and then all of a suddenly half way through the day every one just glared at me and walked away. Troy had been giving me the cold shoulder. On Saturday I called everyone to see if they wanted to hang out, everyone just said no." as my thoughts just got deeper

Suddenly I was snapped out of my thoughts by the phone ringing.

Reaching over the arm of the couch I picked up the phone.

"Hello? Is there a relative of Ana Montez present?" as a soft voice rang through my ear

"Yes, this is her daughter. Who may I ask is speaking?" at this point I was curious

"My name is Patrick Johnson, from the Albuquerque Police Station."

Once I heard 'Police station', I was nervous and worried.

"Oh my gosh! What happen to my mom? Is she okay? Please say she is okay. She is the only parent I have." My rambled turned into hysterical cries.

"I am absolutely sorry dear, you mother was in a car accident and was killed on impact. Again I am sorry; I will be getting in contact again in a few days. Again, I am so sorry. Goodnight" Mr. Johnson said in an exhausted voice as he hung up.

Putting the phone on its receiver, I just sank back into the couch and cried. After a while I picked up the phone and called Troy.

"Hey, this is Troy. As you can see am not at the phone right now, so leave a message and I will consider giving you a call back."

"Hey Troy, it Gabriella. I was wondering if you could come over. I really need you right now. Please call me back." After a few sniffles I hung up the phone.

"All I got was his voicemail. Maybe I will try the rest of the gang. This is official. May 11th 2008 is the worst day of my life." Gabriella thought

After calling everyone from the gang and got nothing but the voicemail, I just went up to my room crying myself to sleep. Dreading Monday morning.

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you

As I woke up my eyes were all sore, but then I remember why. I walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were blood shot, puffy and new tears running down my cheeks.

I brushed my teeth, wash my face, tied my hair into a mess bun and put on a pair of sweats and left the house with my school bag.

Walking down the hallway towards Troy's locker where I know the gang will be.

I am going to try and speak to them one more time. If this doesn't work then I can take a hint that they want nothing to do with me, I don't have the energy to argue, I didn't do anything wrong, at least to my knowledge

Slowly approaching his locker I notice everyone glaring at me. My eyes made contact with Troy's. His eyes showed concern, hurt, and anger. I couldn't look at him any more. As I took one look at the gang I could see Kelsi sending me a sympathetic look and a very weak smile before the gang turned their back on me.

Before turning away I looked at Troy with his back still faced to me "Since you don't want to talk to me Troy then I will save you the trouble of talking and break up with you now. So, I guess that we are over. I thought I could depend on you and the gang but apparently I was wrong. It doesn't look like you care about me. I know that I haven't known all of you not even a year and you guys have known each other since childhood. I guess I don't belong here, so have a good life everyone." Again no one said anything and still had their backs turned "I can take a hint. Goodbye everyone."

Turning the corner I ran to the nearest restroom and collapsed on the floor crying my eyes out.

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me

What did I do wrong?

As the day went by no one talked to me or bothered to look my way.

So today is May 14th, three days after mom's accident and I called the only relative I knew; Marie Lexington, my mom's sister. Aunt Marie told me that she would be down by Friday to set up the funeral. I would be moving with her to Burbank, California in two weeks, so by the end of May I will no longer be in Albuquerque.

I would usually protest but seeing as I have no family and friend in Albuquerque I just agreed.

It has already been one week and my aunt and I have laid my mother to rest. It was only the two of us so we didn't have a service. Her headstone read 'Loving mother, sister and friend. She will be greatly missed'. I am on my last week and Saturday will be the day here. I have finished packing everything that I was taking with me. Everything else would be given to charity. Maybe a fresh start will do me some good, away from all the memories of mom and the gang.

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My last week has passed and now I am unloading my thing in my new room in California on a Sunday night. There is about two weeks of school left at Roosevelt High so Aunt Marie let me stay out and start school in August

It has been three weeks since my mom died, and two week since I found out I was moving.

The gang probably didn't even notice that I was gone. I told my teachers if anyone asked about my absence, to please just say that it is none of their business.

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

I was surprised when it started to rain. I remember asking my aunt on the plane about the weather in California. She said that it is always sunny, especially in the summer. The only time that it usually rains frequently is in the spring and winter.

Looking out the window I can see the rain pouring down hard. I guess the weather reflects my mood right now.