Christine Angela Booths P.O.V. (Age 14)
"Christy," Mom's angelic voice called from downstairs.
"What?" I yell loudly after taking out my headphones attached to my Macbook Pro that dad got me for my birthday.
When I heard no response I got up from my desk that was in the corner of my spacious loft style bedroom.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I was wearing an outfit that I got last weekend. I had on a sundress with skulls on it and pink hearts. On my feet were black army boots and I accessorized with a turquoise belt with a butterfly buckle. On top of my blonde curls I wore a pink fedora that mom got me last Christmas.
Sometimes I think that when I am older I want to be a fashion designer.
My eyes that stared back at me were blue like my mothers, Dad always teases me and says I look nothing like him and mom gets this weird look on her face.
I run downstairs and almost collide into Mom who has the same weird look on her face.
"Christie, sweetheart." She says, "I have some bad news."
My stomach feels like it dropped down ten flights of stairs. Is it like the time when I was 5 and got kidnapped and Dad had come rescue me and got shot. Was he going to be in the hospital again? I know that because of my parents work that this can happen but I am suddenly really scared.
"It's about Wendell." She tells me after I say nothing.
"Your intern?" I ask looking up into the same pair of eyes that are attached to my face.
She gets quiet and that look is back. Wendell was always like an uncle to me, more then my REAL uncles (Jared and Russ).
"Mom?" I ask.
"Your fathers in the hospital." She finally answers with tears rolling down her porcelain face.
"What?!" I start freaking out and know my worst fears have come true. I go into action mode and grab my iPhone from my pocket ready to call a taxi because I can't drive yet and Mom is too upset to be behind the wheel.
"No, not your father, father." She tells me grabbing ahold of both of my hands.
"What are you talking about?" I am so confused and nothing is making sense right now and I need to sit down so I sit down on the arm of couch.
"Wendell." Her words come out quick like she had wanted to tell me my whole life.
I am about to respond.
But everything goes black.
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This idea for the story came to me in a dream and I have been thinking about it ever since.
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