Chapter 2

Ma's New Boy Friend

The whole mess all started one Monday when I was caught stuck half way in the heating vent just after I got all the toilets and sinks in the first floor third corridor girls bathroom over flowing, I told you I'm a bad kid. (Oh yah I'm a junior.) After the annoying principle, whom by the way spits way too much when he's talking, got done teaching me seventeen different ways to stay out of trouble, writing a note to the school psychotherapist (that never got to her), and giving me enough detention slips to wallpaper my room.

On my way to Siñorita Garcia's room for Español I cleverly put the piece of gum I've been chewing since I woke up on the drinking fountain so it would spray water in it's next unsuspecting victim's face. When I finally got to Garcia's room all I needed to say was that I was doing a favor for the principle (in Spanish that is).

The day went by; at lunch I started an extremely messy food fight with green bean casserole, mystery meat, and the left over Mac and cheese from two weeks ago. After being the best me I could be I got kicked out of detention for the week, how many people get as lucky as me? I took a city bus to the stop nearest my house and rode for free; I gave the driver some bus pass I found on the back of a bus a few weeks ago. Awkwardly enough when I got home no one was there to open the gate so I had to dig up the spare key for the spare key, which I accidentally dropped off the edge of our yacht when ma and dad first thought I was old enough to have the spare key.

After eight hours and fifty-six minuets went by ma finally got home and I watched her kiss a strange old man on the TV's security cam. The way the two of them were acting you'd think they were on a soap opera ma the sexy secretary and he a famous news reporter trying to do anything to be with her. She allowed him into the house and they were talking to each other like the other one was a baby. All of a sudden, while I was doing my homework in the study, I heard my ma screaming at the top of her lungs at him and then the next thing I knew…BAM! It sounded like a gunshot. Soon enough he came walking into the study holding a gun, without thinking my hand shot for the phone and hit the emergency button…or at least I thought.

"Why did you kill her?" suddenly flew out of my mouth.

"Why else I want the money," he exclaimed.

"She's not the rich one my dad is"

"Yah but didn't you get the memo I killed your dad, only you and I know that squirt. You're not going to remember it for very long."

"The police will be able to match the bullet with the gun though."

"Not exactly you see I killed your dad about a month ago and I still haven't gotten caught."

Then the next thing I knew instead of shooting me he ran at me with a switchblade he had stored in his back pocket. He slit my cheek and cut off a good chunk of my hair, although I didn't know it till a bit later. I tried to fight him off as well as I could. He started to aim for my chest area. He wanted to kill me too! I bit his arm and was lucky enough to grab the knife and all of a sudden I stabbed him. Oh my god I actually killed a man! I knew I just bought a first class ticket to the electric chair or the needle. I didn't really care at that point. I ran out to ma and saw her lying dead on the floor. Oh no she couldn't be dead…she just couldn't. It's impossible for her to die. She wouldn't go this way it's physically impossible for her. She's my mommy! Tears started to run down my cheek uncontrollably and I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. You are lucky because you don't know what it is like to lose a loved one.

I sat there for what felt like hours on end crying and asking ma what it is like being dead. I know I was going delirious but what do you expect? I put my hands on the wound as if I was trying to stop the bleeding but all I ever did was wipe the blood on my face, arms, and clothes. I know I was acting like a fool but I really, really missed her. I wish that she could do some good deed or if I could do something just to bring her back. Maybe I could go back in a time machine and tell her to never go out with him. It always works out that way in the TV shows…why can't it work now? You know I'm a normal teenager though. I don't have any super powers. Or at least I don't think I do. Ma always said I was different but I don't know what she ever meant. Maybe I was born with super powers and I can bring people back from the dead. Although if I could I would know how to do it.

After a bit I realized I never called the cops or 911 at the least. No one but me is aware that I killed someone. I decided to check the time…IT WAS 12:00! Midnight, how could it be midnight? Time was just flying by although I felt like it was going so slow a turtle or even a snail could beat it in a race by about a week it never felt like six hours went by! How can time creep by but yet fly by at the same time? Is that even possible?

Ok, now I'm creeping my self out. Maybe if I don't call the cops, skip school, and go to church some thing like a miracle can happen and ma will wake up and start to tell me all about how cool her dream was just like we used to before dad got his job. But the cops will probably come to find out why I've been skipping school.

I think my best bet would to call the cops and tell them what will happen. I know that they will give me the chair even if I tell them it was all self-defense. I don't want to die yet! I'M TOO YOUNG! Oops I accidentally yelled that out loud. Maybe i can call the cops then flee from the scene of the crime. Wait no that won't work.

I guess I can just call them up and explain to them that all I wanted to do was stab the guy in the arm and then call the police I never meant to kill him. But if the judge decides to charge me with manslaughter I definitely WILL get the chair. They probably won't even want to waist a perfectly good needle on me they might as well take me back to the castle age and cut my head off. Well what do you think I did…? DUH! I called the cops and told the operator what I did…although I waited till the next day. When I called 911 I got an operator, who obviously was new at the job…and an idiotic teen who doesn't enjoy the job…we had a fight and I ended up calling 911 about four or five times. What! She was giving me a hard time!

When the police finally got over the only words that ever came out of them was an "ooh" and "that must have hurt" and they call them self's policemen! Obviously! When you get killed it hurts. DUH! I want to know how smart these guys are. If my guess was correct…not very! This fat old cop grabbed me by the arm and told me to get a coat on because the two of us were going to leave. As we walked out the door I saw the city coroner carry my ma's body and her "boy friend's" body out to a big truck slides the lifeless bodies in it and then slammed the door shut.