Chapter 8
The rest of the day I spent in the kitchen; schedule be damned. I was lucky enough to find the mint chocolate chip ice cream that kept me company. When I wasn't snacking, I was sitting on one of the bar stools and staring out the window. I didn't expect anyone to come or for anyone to call the household, so when I received a call at 4:30 from an unknown number, I was surprised. Picking up the phone, I left the kitchen.
"Hello?" I asked. "Yes, is this Larissa Serpenson?" "Yes." I answered. "This is the police. Is it alright for us to come to your place of residence in say, 15 minutes?" "Oh, yes. Of course." I bit my lip. "Thank you. We will be there shortly." The person on the other end hung up. Furrowing my brow, I placed the phone back in its holder, then ran upstairs to change.
Exactly 15 minutes later, I was sprinting downstairs while trying to tie half of my hair up in a ponytail. I grabbed a vase to put flowers in when there was a knock at the door. As soon as I opened it, 2 police officers entered into the lobby. "Are you Larissa Serpenson?" I nodded. They looked at each other with uncomfortable looks on their faces. Turning to me, they said, "We are sorry to tell you this, but your parents have been found dead in a car accident."
Everything else was a loud crash and a shower of crystal as the vase tumbled to the floor.