The Sweet Escape
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Oh, italics are flashbacks.
And the story begins…
"You are useless!" he yelled, throwing her small body to the ground. He then proceeded to kicking her in the stomach with his pointy cowboy boots.
"Daddy, please, I just wanted to play a game!" she cried, trying to crawl away from her dad. She looked towards her twin brother, who was standing there, watching. "Ryan!"
"Oh, leave your brother alone, you little brat!" Derek Evans screamed at his daughter. "He doesn't need you!" Spitting on her, he yelled one final thing. "Go play with your dolls, you silly girl!"
"Mommy!" she cried. She ran around the house looking for her mom. When she couldn't find her, she sat down on the floor and cried.
"Miss Sharpay! Miss Sharpay!" a voice said, soothingly, trying to wake up Sharpay Evans.
"What?" murmured Sharpay, waking up. When her eyes focused from the transition, she saw her family's maid, Isabella, sitting next to her on the bed. "Bella, what's wrong?"
"Miss Sharpay," Bella said, her face worried. "There's been an accident."
"Oh my god." Sharpay sat up in her bed and looked Bella face on. "What happened?"
"Your parents were on there way home from the dinner party, and well, honey, they got into a car accident," Bella said. "Miss Sharpay, I'm sorry, but your parents are dead. They were hit head on by a drunk driver driving on the wrong side of the road. Your father tried to swerve out of the way, but their car hit the guardrail and flipped over."
"No!" Sharpay screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please tell me you're joking. Please tell me you're joking."
"I'm sorry, dear," Bella said, hugging Sharpay. Even though she was just the maid, Sharpay always felt close to Bella. Sharpay sat, embraced in Bella's hug, crying.
It was after the funeral, and Bella and Sharpay were sitting in the mansion kitchen, with a lawyer. The lawyer was discussing the plans for what to do with the estate, the furniture and items, and Sharpay.
"Now, it says here, that the property is supposed to go to Sharpay, provided that she is a legal adult," the lawyer explained, reading off the will.
"So all this is mine?" Sharpay asked, perking up. She had always wanted to live alone, and even if it was hard, she could keep Bella around to help.
"Yes and no," the lawyer said. "When you turn 21, the estate and bank accounts become yours. But until then, the estate belongs to Isabella Ramirez," he explained, reading off the wills.
"Okay," Sharpay said. "That's cool. Bella's like a second mom to me, so I'd be cool living with her."
"Unfortunately, Miss Evans, Ms. Ramirez has no legal say in who your guardian is," the lawyer continued. He looked at the wills before continuing. "Miss Evans, we checked into this, and well, James Chase is not your real dad. He was your stepfather. And your real father is still alive. He lives in eastern Albuquerque. Our firm has talked with him, and this Saturday, you will be moving in with your biological father and brother."
"Are you kidding me?" Sharpay asked, standing up from her chair. "Can't I live with Bella here? I don't even remember my real dad, or my brother. Please! Let me live with Bella."
"I'm sorry," the lawyer said, getting up. "We'll keep in touch."
Bella led him to the door, and came back to sit with Sharpay. Sharpay was looking at the table, tears streaming down her face.
"Honey," Bella said, sitting back down.
"Did you know my real father was out there?" Sharpay asked, not looking up. "I knew Dad wasn't my real father, but I don't have any memories of another dad."
"Your mother told me about your real father," Bella said. "She and him divorced when you were three. She took you, and he took your twin brother."
"Why didn't she ever tell me about him?" Sharpay asked.
"I'm not sure," Bella said. Lifting Sharpay's head up, she smiled. "I'm sure he's a wonderful man."
"But wait," Sharpay said. "He lives on the east side. We live in the West Southwest. Will I still be able to go to West Southwest Private School?"
"Miss Sharpay, I don't think your father will drive you that far," Bella said, looking at a piece of paper the lawyer left behind. "I think on Monday, you began school at East High."
"That's a public school!" Sharpay cried. For the millionth time this week, Sharpay wished this wasn't her life.
Tada! I hope you liked it.
West Southwest Private School is the school Sharpay attends, because most stories do West High, South High, or North High. Some stories have Southwest, Northwest, Southeast, or Northeast. But I have yet to see a West Southwest Private school. And yes, West Southwest is a real direction. I remember it from 6th grade social studies (whoa, that was a long time ago).
I hope you liked the story.