Chapter 2: That Day

The day of the house fire started like any normal day, I got up, changed clothes and headed downstairs. I ate breakfast and sat in my living room waiting for the honking of Jason's dad's limo. Heck, I lived with my mom who was only a White House secretary, and regardless of the fact my dad is M.I.A. literally, we aren't rich, we just have some sort of believable front.

The honk soon followed and I ran out and got in the limo. Me and Jason discussed our plans for the weekend, since it was a Friday and both decided we'd attend Craig Burkawitz's party, since he lived about a block away. As soon as we arrived at school we went to our lockers as they are side by side, always have been, always will. I opened mine, revealing pink faux fur in the inside with sparkly trim, tons of makeup and well, books, duh. Jason's contained a computer, some other stuff he uses to stalk Parhoom and other, in my opinion, useless junk. I watched him type some stuff in his computer before he closed the door out of my face and told me it was secretive. I rolled my eyes and walked down the halls and into the quad.

"Hey Rebel!" I hear my name being called from the other side of the quad. I look to see none other than Newt Livingston standing up on one of the benches, guitar strapped around his shoulders, waving a hot pink flyer in his hand. I walked over, to be polite.

"Hey Rebel! Come see the DC3 play at the Liberry this weekend, the flyer's pink." He said, attempting to lure me in with the pink flyer

I took the flyer and skimmed over it.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to make it, I have to wash…" I paused, and looked at Meena with a menacing glare and fake smiled and spat out, "My cat"

She backed up, grabbing the stupid yak bag and frowned.

I laughed internally and smirked on the outside.

"Later Livingston, Baxter." I nodded at them one at a time and whipped around and jumped to see none other than the Juicer standing dead behind me.

"Excuse me, Juicer." I said stepping aside

"No problem little lady." He said smiling this disgusting smile at me.

Let me tell you a bit about the juicer. He went with his class to DC on a field trip, and then, four months later, moved here. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, he just did. I met him the one and only time I've seen the DC3 play.

I had another revelation that day. I'll tell you why. The day DC3 "Rocked the quad" was the day I met the Juicer, as I said, and he said those formidable words to me, "I like you, you're pretty." As those words left his gigantic body I grimaced and smiled. God knows, I didn't want to become the boy, er, man's next victim. "Thanks" I replied.

My revelation: Freaks dig me.

Back to the actual story, my bad for getting side tracked.

Okay so, yeah, I was walking from the quad, ran into the Juicer and then met up with Jason again.

That day at Lunch, I got a call on my phone from Ms. Samuels, the President's assistant, but she's also in the "circle of secretaries" as my mom calls it, well anyway, she called me saying my mom had fainted at work and that Mr. Baxter had woken her back up and driven her home.

I was scared to death, I quickly told Jason to call my house and that I had to find Cory.

I went and eventually found him. I spazzed out and actually hugged the boy.

"Thank you so much, if it wasn't for your dad I could have lost my one and only parent."

He looked at me with this strange look on his face.

"What?"

"You mean you don't know, my mom fainted at work today, you know she's a White House secretary."

Then Newt piped in, "Hey that's where Cory's dad works! You know Cory lives there, right?"

It was then my turn to give someone a strange look, "Yeah, uh huh."

I quickly continued my speech, "My mom fainted, your dad found her after he gave the President his lunch, he got her to wake up and he drove her to my house, Thank you so much, Baxter."

He nodded, "Anytime"

I stood back up, straightened my shrug that was hanging off my shoulder, pushed my shoulders back and headed off.

That night, was the start of it all. I had gotten ready for the party and went to check on my mom who was in her room.

She said she was alright and that she had tea on the stove, and to cut it off before I left.

That's where I didn't come in.

My phone rang and Jason said he was outside, and to come on, I didn't cut it off.

We drove down the road to where Craig's house was and went inside.

A few minutes later, Cory said that something was on fire a few miles down the road.

I went outside to look.

Me and Jason stood horrified.

It was one of our houses, we knew it, it was the proper amount of space in between the houses and everything.

I pulled Jason's arm and jetted down the road.

We got there and the side of my house was on fire.

"My mom!" I exclaimed, I ran into the house and went back to my mom's room.

Jason was yelling something that I couldn't hear.

I went back and she was knocked out cold.

I shook her and shook her, it wasn't working.

I checker her pulse.

She was gone.

I began to cry as I picked her up, and then fell over, feeling the heel of my shoe break off.

Right as my feet hit the front patio, I was the one to pass out.

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