Melissa Rodrigez:
Conspiracy
Chapter Eight & Nine
After Anna finished showing me around her house, we had to eat dinner.
"Mrs. Stella, this is the best spaghetti I've had in awhile! You're not a bad cook at all."
"Why thank you Melissa. I just got out a cookbook and that helped a lot."
After dinner, we watched The Boy in Striped Pajamas, for family movie night. Anna's dad came back from work in time for the movie. He was very nice and seemed to be in the movie so much, he cried when the boy died. Anna and I were laughing when he did.
Anna's dad, Mr. Hunt started talking, "So Melissa, Stella and I..." He looked at Mrs. Stella. "We would love it if you would stay with us, and you can go back to the foster home whenever you like."
"Tell us your decision in the morning. At least stay with us over night. You can sleep in the guest room and Anna will let you borrow some of her pajamas." Mrs. Stella said thoughtfully.
I went to bed and had those dreams again. Images of the hotel room, Mom's corpse, the blood, all repeating over and over in my head. I thought they were over. I thought meeting Anna got rid of the dreams. But I was wrong.
-In the morning-
I decided that I was going to stay at the Hunt's house. They were welcoming and made me feel better than the foster home people did. Staying at their house would, help me forget the bad things that happened in life. I had totally forgotten about my mission to find dad and the killer. Nor did I know that staying at their house would help me in that mission.
Chapter Nine
The next day, we went to go visit the Statue of Liberty. We stopped to eat at Subway and then continued our road trip.
The Hunt's car had a lot of maps in it. I figured that they travel often. Our sandwich wrappers were scattered all around the car. It looked like a pigsty. "Sorry for the big mess," Anna said to her dad.
"Oh it's fine, I was a part of making it dirty as well," Mr. Hunt said chuckling.
I looked out the window thinking about how great road trips were. I put down the glass of the window and let the wind blow in through my hair. Oh how wonderful it felt. If only there wasn't a feeling of sadness deep down inside of me.
Anna and I were singing karaoke during the rest of the ride. It was very entertaining. At one point, when Good Life was on the radio, everyone in the car started singing along. 'This feeling that you can't find. This city is on fire tonight, this just gotta be a good life. Good, good life.' We laughed and kept singing like homeless people.
Then we arrived at our destination.
