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"Eat." She said as she put a plate of eggs, and bacon in front of me.

I shook my head. "No. I wanna know about Marco first."

"You eat, I'll talk."

"Deal." I picked up the fork and popped some eggs into my mouth.

"I knew Marco's parents, very good people. I had met them when my friend had brought them to visit; Cecilia was a dear friend of mine, well one day she came to visit, and she brought her daughter, her husband, and her grandson, Marco. Anyways that was how I met Marco. We became like family instantly. Anyways they would come every weekend and visit, about a year later Cecilia past away. It was very hard on everyone." She had tears in her eyes as she thought of her old friend.

"I thought with her gone that they would stop coming, but they never did. They kept coming. I remember when Marco first told me about you, he said "Aggie I have a new sister!" She chuckled at the thought. "

I remember when you moved away dear, he was so upset, but understood. About a week after you moved away his house was set on fire in the middle of the night. There were no survivors dear." Tears in welted up in my eyes, as she said this.

"The police tried to find out who did it, but the man was never found. Anyways after they died, they had put in there will that if anything should happen to any of them that I would get the house. I wasn't aware of this until till after they had past."

By the time she was done talking I was sobbing. I had lost my brother and I didn't even know it. I was even there for the funeral. I knew it was my father had set their house on fire; no one else could have done it. He felt threatened by Marco because he was afraid he would tell someone, or the police of what he did to us. But did that mean he had to kill him? By this point I couldn't stop crying. Agatha pulled me into her arms and held me. I didn't even realize she was crying till I felt teardrops fall onto my head. We just sat there crying for the people we had both lost.

After we had are tears under control, she made me finish my supper. She then led me down the hallway to a bedroom.

"This is where you will be sleeping dear."

"Thank you, for everything." I told her.

She smiled, "Your welcome, goodnight dear."

"Goodnight I said as she walked away and."

I put my backpack underneath the bed, and began braiding my hair before I turned off the lights and crawled into the big fluffy bed. It didn't take long before sleep over took me, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I could feel the heat of the sun from the window beating down on my back; I slowly opened my eyes and flipped over onto my back. When I opened my eyes, I jerked up. Where am I? I slowly looked around, the room was bigger than mine, and the walls were a light tan color, instead of the light purple I was used to. The bedding was red, instead of the light pink I was used to, the floor was different too, it was wood, instead of the carpet I was used to. Then the memories of yesterday started to flood back to me, I slumped back against the bed, and sighed. Then it occurred to me, this was Marco's room.

Sure I was different, the walls were no longer blue, and there was a picture of a flower, where his poster of some racecar driver used to be. This room sure has changed, it was still his, I knew because his room is the only one where the window is right above the bed. As I pulled the covers back I realized that there was an extra blanket that had not been there when I went to sleep. Agatha must have put it on me in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock on the night stand, it read ten till seven, also my clothes that I had worn the day before were on the nightstand as well, and they were washed and clean.

I got out of bed picked up my clothes off the nightstand, quietly walked to the bathroom, and softly closed the door. I search through the cabinets till I found a wash-rag and a hairbrush; I turned the faucet on, got the wash-rag wet and began to wash my face. After my face was clean, I undid the braid and took the hairbrush and began brushing my curly honey brown locks. After my hair was tangle free, I changed into my clothes. I walked back to the bedroom, and put my socks and sneakers on. I picked up my backpack from underneath the bed.

As I walked down the hall I was careful not to make too much noise, I didn't want to wake Agatha up. I went to get a banana from the kitchen for the road, but once I got to the kitchen Agatha was already making breakfast.

"Perfect timing dear, it's done." She said as she turned the stove off.

"Umm… thank you, but no thank you." I said as I turned to leave.

"Sit down."

"What?" I was shocked at her tone; it wasn't a statement but a command.

I didn't realize I was still standing till she said, "I said sit down."

Still in shock I took the closest seat to me, and sat down.

She placed a plate of potato and eggs, in front of me as she sat down across from me.

"Do you have anywhere to go dear, and don't even think about lying to me."

I shook my head. "No."

"Where is your mother?"

"She is dead."

"And what about your father?"

I looked down at my plate. I didn't know how answer that.

"I see. Would you like to stay here?"

I looked up at her, my eyes wide from shock. "What?"

Cliffhanger, sorry. It's short i know, sorry. I hoped you guys liked it, please leave a comment below, and let me know what you think,

Kida