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Chapter 13

The next day I woke up and got out of bed to get ready for school. I slipped on a white t-shirt, a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. I went down the stairs and saw my brother and sister at the kitchen table preparing for school. My mom was at the counter looking even worse then yesterday. She looked up at me and her eyes looked red. I was starting to get worried about her.

"I'll see you guys later." I said.

"Wait. Can you take Stevie and Stacy to school?" she asked with her eyes pleading. She seemed a little bit uneasy or maybe anxious.

"Sure mom. Come on guys." They both got up and got ready to leave and just before we were going to go out the door my mom came up with tears in her eyes and hugged and kissed each of us. She whispered something in Stevie and Stacy's ears then she came to me.

"Have a good day, Sam. I love you." She said. "And that girl that you like, never let her go. Treat her right, Sam. I know she loves you too."

"Alright mom. I love you too." I replied as I kissed her cheek and headed to the little kid's school.

I dropped them off then drove to McKinley. After parking I headed to health class and saw Rachel as usual at the very front of the class. I sat at the back and felt my stomach turn. I felt really… I was exactly sure but it definitely wasn't a good feeling. Then Mrs. Hammond walked in for class.

"Good morning everyone!" she said. And then she began a lesson. I wasn't really paying attention because my mind kept drifting to other things. I was really confused by my mother this morning. She looked horrible when I woke up and it sort of terrified me. The lesson went on for another hour or so and class was close to being over. Until Principal Figgins walked in with an unreadable face. He whispered something to Mrs. Hammond and she nodded sadly. Then she looked at me.

The first thing I thought of was why the heck is she looking at me? And oh no, this cant be good.

"Sam." She called and everyone went silent by her tone and the pain in her face. I walked up to the front with everyone staring at me curiously. And it seemed like it took hours until I got to the front of the classroom.

"Go with Principal Figgins." She told me as she led me out the door. I was really confused. Was this about me skipping class a couple times this week? Once the door was closed and we were alone in the hall he looked at me with the same look in his face as Mrs. Hammond.

"I'm sorry to inform that your mother has passed." He told me. I felt myself shutting down. This couldn't be true. Not my mother, she couldn't be dead. How was that possible? She was 45 years old!

"No, she couldn't have." I told him. But all he did was give me a sympathetic look.

"I'm sorry, young man. Your father is flying into town this afternoon. Currently your brother and sister are awaiting you at their elementary school. I'm very sorry, if there's anything you want me to do." It finally sunk in. it made sense. The way she acted this morning was very odd and I should've seen it coming. I felt my heart breaking. My mother was gone. But I had to be a man for my brother and sister, they needed me.

"No, I'll go." I said as I made my way to my truck and headed over to the elementary school. I walked in the office and there they were sitting together holding hands with tears streaming down their face. I rushed to their side and pulled them into me.

"Shh. It's alright, guys. Everything is going to be okay." I cooed.

"It's…our…fault." Stacy whimpered.

"No it isn't. It wasn't any of our faults." I said even though I felt really guilty. I needed to get out of here. I was in so much pain; the idea that she was dead was really becoming real to me. I picked them both up in my arms and buckled them into the backseat. We drove home in almost silence, except for the sobbing in the backseat. When we arrived there were 3 police cars in front of the house and an ambulance.

I picked them up once again; leaving them on the steps, and then went inside. I was met with a police officer taking notes inside the kitchen. There were still dishes on the counter and 4 notes there too.

"Are you Sam Evans?" the cop asked. I nodded and he gave me one of those sympathetic smiles that Mr. Figgins had given me. "I'm very sorry, son."

"What happened?" I asked as my tears fell down my cheeks for the first time today since I found out the news.

"She killed herself."