A trip to Brazil

So, here I am again. Muahahaha, this chapter is one of my favorites. The next one is too, but… anyway.

Fabes999 – The guardian angel does have a crush on Valerie, and will try to break them ): But Valerie, as always, will be a bitch, and tell him off. It will be funny, I promise.

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"I'll help you." Nina said, when we were walking to school. It was Monday again, and when I had explained everything to her, she said that she needed to think, so… it was a little faster than I expected. "I'm going to call a Sibuna meeting, and then you will tell all of this to them. And we will try to open the book."

"Nina, it's just a book. It's not like is going to set a demon free or something." I answered, rolling my eyes. "When is this meeting?"

"Tonight." She answered, smiling a little. "At the attic. I will talk to Fabian and Amber. See you later."

I waved at her while she went running to Fabian. I was ready to turn my iPod on, when I felt someone touching my shoulder.

"Hey. Did you asked for her help?"

"Angel? What are you doing here?" I asked, looking around. "We need to establish some rules, ok? First one, never appears in front of one of my friends, or in public places."

The angel laughed. "Don't worry. I am visible to everyone." He answered. "My superiors said that I needed to keep a closer look on you. Long story short, now I am studying with you. I already have a lot of ideas on or science project."

"What?" I ask, stopping where I was. "What do you mean by 'studying with me', angel?"

"You understood what I mean, don't play silly, V." He said, with a sigh. "And you can't call me 'angel' anymore. I still your angel, but people can't know. So, my name is-"

"Douchebag?"

"Thomas."

"Thomas Douchebag?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"All those years, and I still can't get used to your humor. Anyway, let's go. We are going to be late for our first class." He commented, taking my hand.

"Don't hold my hand. Only couples do that." I said, rolling my eyes, and trying to get rid of his hold.

"Then I don't see a problem in that."

"Valerie." Mick said, grabbing my other hand. "I really need to talk to you. Like, right now."

(…)

"Wait, what?" I asked, a little bit shocked.

"Noah. He is studying here now." Mick repeated, pointing the tall boy at one of the lockers. "I'm dead."

"No, you're not." I answered, trying to come up with a good plan. "Maybe you can just… you know… talk to him. Convince him that this school sucks."

"I've tried. He said that he doesn't care as long as he is in the same place as me." Mick sighed. "What am I going to do, Valerie?"

"Tell him the truth and say that you are not ready to come out yet?" I ask, looking at the boy again. Damn, he was hot. Mick had a good taste.

"No. He is going to break up with me if I do that."

"Come out?"

"No. I'm not ready yet."

"Dye your hair, wear contacts, get a really nose job, and tell everyone that you name is Markus?"

"You are not serious, are you?"

"It could work." Mick shoot me his bitch face, and I knew that it would be better If I just stop talking. But I didn't. "Look, M. I know that you are not ready yet, but it will be way worse if you just keep it to yourself. Nobody will judge you for who you are. And if they do, I'll do what I do best. Kick asses and punch some bitches."

"You have a really weird way to make people feel better about themselves." He commented, rolling his eyes. "What do you think?"

"If I were you, I would jump in the arms of my man, and kiss him until we both can't breathe." I answer, smiling. "Go for it."

"You think?"

"What's the worst that can happen?" I ask, smiling.

"You are right, V. Thank you."

I waved at him, while he took a breath going into Noah's direction, and smiled. Mick was one of those few people that deserves to be happy.

I was about to turn around to go to French class, when Mr. Sweet stopped me.

"Miss Cruz. A word in my office, please?"

"Why? I didn't slapped anyone." I tried to defend myself.

"You're not in trouble this time, Valerie. You family called." Oh, crap. He led me into his office, where I found Victor, and Miss Andrews. "Take a seat, please. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

I nodded, sitting in one of the empty chairs. "Is everything all right?"

"There is no easy way to say this, dear." Miss Andrews commented, with a sad look. "It's your mom. She tried to kill herself."

(…)

I knew this was going to happen. I should have been back to Brazil as soon as my dad died. But no, I needed to stay in England and worry about all that shit the angels are throwing at me. And now, look where I am.

I knocked on the door of my Aunt Anna's house as I looked around. It all seemed so different than before.

"Valéria." My aunt said, and hugged me. "We missed you so much, pequena.*"

"I missed you too, aunt Anna." I answered, smiling. "Where is… her?" I asked, biting my lip. A weird feeling taking care of my stomach.

"She's in the bedroom, dear. Third one, second floor." She answered. "Come on. Let me help you with those bags."

"It's okay, mom. I'll get her bags." Eduardo, my cousin, said appearing from the kitchen. "Hey, V. I missed you."

"I missed you too, E." I say, smiling at him. Eduardo was one of the funniest persons that I've ever met. He was always making jokes of everything, and always had this weird smile when he was up to something. I'm almost sure that he and Alfie would become friends in less than five seconds if they met each other.

I followed the directions that Aunt Anna gave to me, and entered the room. It was a little bit dark, and smelled like coffee and cigarettes.

"Who's there?" I could hear the whisper of my mom, asking.

I sighed, and opened the curtains. "Rise and shine, mom." I said, in a dry tone

"What are you doing here, Valerie? You should be at school." She said, sitting on the bed.

"No, mom. I should be right here." I answer, rolling my eyes. "What's wrong with you, mom? Smoking, drinking coffee. Trying to kill yourself? Is your life so bad that you have to end it?" I asked, sitting in front of her.

"You have no right to ask me those questions, Valerie."

"Yes, I have. I am your daughter. I deserve some answers." I said, crossing my arms.

"Stop with the attitude. I may not be in my best, but I'm still your mother." She said, getting up, and walking into the door's direction.

"SO START ACTING LIKE ONE." I yelled, getting up too.

"DO NOT YELL AT ME, VALÉRIA. HAVE SOME RESPECT."

"This is because of dad, isn't it?" I ask, with a sigh.

"I lost the love of my life, Valerie. How am I supposed to feel?"

"At least you got to see him before he died." I answered. "At least you could say how much you loved him, and hold his hand all the time. I couldn't."

"This is not about you, Valerie."

"Is not about you either. It's about dad. He is in a better place now, mom. Why can't you just get over it, and move on? He would like that."

"Why are you here, Valerie?" She asked, staring at me. "To make me feel bad about myself? To remind me about all the bad choices I did? You are a little too late."

"Am I one of those bad choices, mom?"

"What?"

"Why do you hate me so much, mom? Is it because you got pregnant at fifteen? Is it because I am the worst daughter of the universe?"

"I don't hate you, Valerie." She said, sighing. "Where did you got that idea from?"

"So why did you tried to kill yourself?" I ask again. "I know that we are not living in the same continent right now, and that we never got along, but I need you, mom. I need you to be my mother. I need you to stay strong and try to re-build this family. I am devastated by all this shit happening, but I'm trying to keep going. For you. Because I know that you have no one else to rely on."

"This is not a fairy tale, Valerie." She said, sighing again. "We can't just move on and be happy like that. Life has been a bitch to me ever since I was born. Teenage pregnancy, a dead husband, a freak as daughter. I just can't take it anymore."

"So that's what you really think of me? A freak?" I ask, taking a deep breath. "I didn't choose to see ghosts, mom. It just happens to me, and I don't have any kind of control on it. You say that your life is hard, but have you trough about how is hard for me to get up every morning and have visions, or see ghosts? Or how hard is for the children at the cancer hospital, that are fighting every day to get the chance of living? Or to those mothers that work hard to get money to buy a least one slice of bread to feed their kids? Life is a gift mom, and you are just throwing away like some kind of old toy. Have you ever trough about it?" I hold back my tears. "You didn't, right? Because you never think about anyone but yourself."

"Valerie-"

"No, mom. You were right. I shouldn't have come. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Valerie, it's not like that."

"Save it, mom. Nothing you'll say will make this better." I answer, and got out of the room without saying anything else.

Life's a bitch.

*Pequena = Little.

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