Dear Diary

Chapter 2

11 years later

"Angelina Anna Maria Montez! Get out of your room, now!" ordered, 29 year old, Gabriella Montez. She

was standing at the stove in the kitchen of the apartment that she lived in with her daughter. She was trying to not

burn their dinner.

"Yes...mom..." asked her daughter, wearily.

"She turned down the ovens heat and faced her daughter, holding up a folded piece of paper. "Your report card,"

she said, "it came."

"O-oh, my report card." said Angie, avoiding her mothers eyes.

"Want to explain to me how you got two F's?" she exclaimed Gabriella was not mad. She was just merely

concerned. Angelina was too much like her father, but the spitting image of herself. Except, her eyes. She had her

father's ice blue eyes that turned a grey color when she was upset.

"Two F's? um...well..." she moved her eyes about the kitchen, as if searching for an excuse, or hoping

one would jump out at her. Gabriella snickered at this as she turned back to the stove and continues sturring.

"You are so much like-"

"-my father," said Angelins. "I know, mom. I know"

"Angie..."

"Mom, I never met him. I probably never will." She said as he picked up an arange ball and held it

under her arm. "Tel me when dinner's ready, I'll be shooting some hoops."

"Okay, Ang."

After dinner, the talk about her fathre was not brought up again. Although she wanted to talk about him.

Her mother never did; other than the constant comparisons, other than that, it's like he vanished the day she was

born or something. She couldn't take it anymore, "mom?"

"Yes, Angie?" Angelina needed to know who her father was. Desperately, she wanted to know.

"Tell me about dad?"

"Angie-"

"Please?" insert 'puppy-dog-sad-face' here.

"Just like your father," Gabriella sighed. "okay, get cozy, because this is a long story."

Angelina repositioned herself on the sectional sofa, snuggled farther into the blanker that lay, dissheveled

across her lap. Her mother started from the beginning, but left out some other details that she might not be

able to understand. A long story, a long night.

Dear Diary,

She asked about him. Her father. Well, now or never right? I had no choice but to tell her.

I couldn't nor can i still resist the face she makes. The face that Troy used to make when he

wanted something, or just wanted me to crack a smile.

Maybe she'll meet him. Maybe not.

I hope...not.

xoxo-

Gabriella