Chapter 1
It all started when I came home from school on Friday. No school for 2 days. It was much to my surprise to see Daddy sitting in the living room with this woman that I have never seen before as soon as I open the door. "Lila, this is Lisa Lamarre," Daddy said. "I'm so pleased to meet you," I responded, after I curtsied, of course. She was a tan, Black woman with brown eyes, and brown hair. She seemed nice, almost had an angelic glow around her face. My dad told me about her. They were dating for 5 months and he promised that I would meet her one- day.
2 hours later of sharp discussion, I walked to my room and collapsed on my bed. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am from Alabama but I moved to Hillwood City and I used to go to P.S. 118. I had a reputation to be perfect so I was depended upon to keep that title, even though I lost the "ever-so". Before I knew it, it was 8:15 pm and dad went to work. Daddy was a nurse that works at night. While I was in my room I could here Daddy say, "Lisa, please stay with Lila. I'll be back in the morning," and kissed her before he shut the door.
I came out and we sat down, very quietly. "Well, how's school?" Lisa tried to make a conversation. "It's going well," I responded, trying to sound cheerful. I hoped we wouldn't talk anymore. "So, I was wondering," Please don't bring it up, please don't bring it up, I prayed, "What happened to your mother?" She had to bring it up! I tried to choke back my tears, but I couldn't. Tears dropped onto my skirt, and I couldn't stop them. Even as I wiped my eyes, they just poured like waterfalls as I managed to say a few words: "I don't want to talk about it!"
I ran to my room and slammed the door. I am very sensitive about my mom. You see she died once I turned two. I only have a few memories of her; when I can't remember much, even though I don't have a religion, I pray to God, or something, so I could remember more. Every time someone mentions her, I have this memory of the day she died. I remember my dad getting off the phone and I saw him crying. I asked, "What's wong, Daddy?" He said, "Lila, mommy's gone." "When is she coming back?" I asked. "She's not." It wasn't after a while that I knew why. Breast Cancer. And since then, I always worried about Dad leaving, about being left alone in this world. No one to protect me, no one to comfort me, absolutely no one.
Then the phone rang. It was the hospital that Daddy worked at and they said it was important. "Is a grown-up home?" they asked. So, I called Lisa and she picked up the phone. "Hello?.. Uh-huh.WHAT?!....I'll be right there, thank you,..Okay, bye." She hung up with haste. "Lila, we gotta go to the hospital." "Why, Lisa?" "No time to explain, we've gotta go now!"
She dragged me out to the car and sped all the way to the Lady of Nausea Medical Center. We ran and almost slammed into the front desk. "Where is Mr. Sloan's room?" Lisa demanded. The woman looked up from her files and said, "It's one floor up, three doors down." We ran up the stairs and busted though the door. "Daddy, what happened?" He had a neck brace and a bandage full of blood on his forehead. Even by the way he was breathing it looked like he cracked a rib. I was in shock. I had no idea what happened to him. He lifted his head. "Honey?"
I sprinted to his bedside. "What's going on, what happened to you?" He opened his eyes and said, "I love you Lila and Lisa...." closed his eyes, and there was a sharp ear-piercing noise that can also pierce someone's heart. He was dead. The doctors came in and covered him with a white cloth.
It all started when I came home from school on Friday. No school for 2 days. It was much to my surprise to see Daddy sitting in the living room with this woman that I have never seen before as soon as I open the door. "Lila, this is Lisa Lamarre," Daddy said. "I'm so pleased to meet you," I responded, after I curtsied, of course. She was a tan, Black woman with brown eyes, and brown hair. She seemed nice, almost had an angelic glow around her face. My dad told me about her. They were dating for 5 months and he promised that I would meet her one- day.
2 hours later of sharp discussion, I walked to my room and collapsed on my bed. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am from Alabama but I moved to Hillwood City and I used to go to P.S. 118. I had a reputation to be perfect so I was depended upon to keep that title, even though I lost the "ever-so". Before I knew it, it was 8:15 pm and dad went to work. Daddy was a nurse that works at night. While I was in my room I could here Daddy say, "Lisa, please stay with Lila. I'll be back in the morning," and kissed her before he shut the door.
I came out and we sat down, very quietly. "Well, how's school?" Lisa tried to make a conversation. "It's going well," I responded, trying to sound cheerful. I hoped we wouldn't talk anymore. "So, I was wondering," Please don't bring it up, please don't bring it up, I prayed, "What happened to your mother?" She had to bring it up! I tried to choke back my tears, but I couldn't. Tears dropped onto my skirt, and I couldn't stop them. Even as I wiped my eyes, they just poured like waterfalls as I managed to say a few words: "I don't want to talk about it!"
I ran to my room and slammed the door. I am very sensitive about my mom. You see she died once I turned two. I only have a few memories of her; when I can't remember much, even though I don't have a religion, I pray to God, or something, so I could remember more. Every time someone mentions her, I have this memory of the day she died. I remember my dad getting off the phone and I saw him crying. I asked, "What's wong, Daddy?" He said, "Lila, mommy's gone." "When is she coming back?" I asked. "She's not." It wasn't after a while that I knew why. Breast Cancer. And since then, I always worried about Dad leaving, about being left alone in this world. No one to protect me, no one to comfort me, absolutely no one.
Then the phone rang. It was the hospital that Daddy worked at and they said it was important. "Is a grown-up home?" they asked. So, I called Lisa and she picked up the phone. "Hello?.. Uh-huh.WHAT?!....I'll be right there, thank you,..Okay, bye." She hung up with haste. "Lila, we gotta go to the hospital." "Why, Lisa?" "No time to explain, we've gotta go now!"
She dragged me out to the car and sped all the way to the Lady of Nausea Medical Center. We ran and almost slammed into the front desk. "Where is Mr. Sloan's room?" Lisa demanded. The woman looked up from her files and said, "It's one floor up, three doors down." We ran up the stairs and busted though the door. "Daddy, what happened?" He had a neck brace and a bandage full of blood on his forehead. Even by the way he was breathing it looked like he cracked a rib. I was in shock. I had no idea what happened to him. He lifted his head. "Honey?"
I sprinted to his bedside. "What's going on, what happened to you?" He opened his eyes and said, "I love you Lila and Lisa...." closed his eyes, and there was a sharp ear-piercing noise that can also pierce someone's heart. He was dead. The doctors came in and covered him with a white cloth.