This isn't even half of the First Chapter so bare with me here Chapter 1: The Bad News The crowd seemed to roar after the long and educational speech had been over. Anyone would clap, due to the speech ending, or they thought it was too good to not deserve a clap. Or it could be the plain fact that our instructor was watching us. Her beady eyes sat on mine. She didn’t look pleased with me. Her eyes full of dark and emptiness. I tried not to stare. She did stare though. She wouldn’t take her eyes off me, and it made me feel uneasy. I was clapping like any other student here. She took out her discipline instrument and tapped it in her hand a few times. A few little strings were hanging off the end of the stick. It was a brownish black color. I’ve been disciplined not too many times. There was no one in the town that never got disciplined. Her eyes only focused on me though. I just stared at her, until a smile cracked on her face. It didn’t look happy, or evil. It looked amusing. My face turned into the weirdest expression as I looked around. Everyone stared their dark and horrid eyes on me. I noticed I was now the only one clapping. My hand moved through the rhythm and I stopped in mid-clap. Everyone just stared. “Sorry,†I said sheepishly. No one said anything, but they turned their attention to the stage. I hadn’t known what the occasion was. It was the normal routine schedule, which contained morning announcements in the gym and a normal speaker to explain a wonderful event that happened on the same day as today, hundreds or thousands of years ago. I looked around and I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. It was one of the head administrators from the office. “Kimberly, we need to have a talk with you,†the older man said. He looked around his thirties, and his voice was kind and sincere. I didn’t sound like I was in any trouble, but it seemed like a concern of some sort. I looked at my instructor and she bowed her head in a way that allowed me permission to go with the administrators. I turned to face them gently and the older man nodded his head once and started down the path of students. I followed gently and watched as every student laid their eyes on me. The people on stage stared at my back, and I could feel their staring on me. I felt like I was standing out too much. The students in front of the administrators backed up and made a clear path to the door. I felt relieved at the end of the cleared path. I saw a few older people standing outside of the door with a few police officers. They talked slightly and frowned looking at me. What had happened? I couldn’t find if I was in trouble for anything. I had no records or anything bad, nothing to point me to any crime. Unless they finally caught me stealing the gum about ten years ago, which I doubt had anything to do with the police. The female officer had reached out her hand and gestured for me to walk towards her. The other administrators stood in a straight horizontal line behind me and the police officers stood straight in front of me. I nodded slightly. And the female officer put her hand on my forearm gently, leading me to another room. It was empty, and smelled of Cinnamon air freshener. A desk saw in the middle of the small room, with a few chairs on both sides. They took the side of the desk that indicated the regular seating position for an instructor’s. I took a slight seat in front of them. A woman came from the shadows from the back of the room. I had seen her slightly, but it was hard to make her out, which of who was the regular guidance councilor. She sat in the middle seat between the officers. “Kimberly,†she started, in the nicest way. It looked as if something were difficult for her at the moment. A slight breath came from her lips, and her big brown eyes looked at me, through her blonde hair. “Your mother,-†she started, but paused slightly and took another breath, “-was in a car accident this morning,†she said. Kimberly stared at her in horror. A car accident was mostly common here in Little Rock. It was the capital of Alabama and the busiest city that I had ever known of. Usually car wrecks here were minor unless it was… Oh no. They wouldn’t have called her if it wasn’t bad. Something must’ve been wrong. Her mom was either in the hospital. Or worse! Her eyes shifted to the police officers and back at the guidance councilor. “Where is my mom?†I asked, feeling something tear through my heart. I could tell something was up, and it wasn’t good. Was it possible that it was a fatal? The councilor looked at me and another attempt tried to pass through her lips. First another gasp and her eyes were staring around the desk, then back at me. “She was hit by a drunk driver Kimberly,-†“Where is my mom?†I shrieked, a little too loud for anyone to consider normal. I was wishing the guidance councilor would skip the prologues and get straight to whether her mom was okay or not. The guidance councilor shook her head, side to side. “She died Kimberly. She didn’t make it to the hospital in time,†she said, roughing around her hands. The Police officers ruffled through their seats. I shook my head no. I didn’t believe them. My mom was fine! She was home, sitting by the fire, talking to Grandmamma. I could already feel my warm tears stroke down my face. I sniffled slightly. “No,†I said, putting both my hands up to my face. I wanted to scream! To yell! To throw a tantrum, like some little baby. “No! Mom!†I shouted, shrieking at the same time. I threw my arms around trying to make some sort of scene. It was my nature, or it was probably the shock that I was experiencing. “Mom, please come here and I need you to tell me its okay!†I shouted. The guidance councilor had stood up and tried to hug me, but all I did was push her away and throw a fit. They couldn’t blame me, I mean, the only person that cared for me my whole life was now gone… It took all of fifteen minutes before the officers finally calmed me down and I was able to cry in a peaceful way. The rest of the day seemed gloomy. I was pulled from school and to my Grandmamma’s house. The administrators probably felt it was better to have a relaxing day somewhere, other than the Learning Facilities. All I did was sit in the guest room, and look around outside at the streets and cars zooming by. I could hear my Grandmamma talking on the phone with a detective, or a lawyer for the drunk driver. Grandmamma and I talked earlier, and said she would take him to court for making me suffer like this. I told her to just drop it, and that it would happen sooner or later. Grandmamma disagreed with me. She just plainly thought I was in too much shock to think straight and that I would go to a doctor tomorrow. She must’ve been crazy thinking I was actually going to stay here with her. It wouldn’t be healthy for a little girl like me to just stay here for the rest of my teenage life. I was thinking about calling up Denise Tackett or Janet Kilgore, but I realized that they’re out of town this week. If I could go back, at least once, and change the past, then maybe, I wouldn’t be here right now. I would be at home, with my mom, hugging and loving her. I never knew what it felt like without my mom. She always helped me with everything. Bullying, emotional, homework, and teenage problems, was her specialty. They were usually my only problems. Grandmamma wouldn’t know how to help me. She’s too old to be helping me out and I’m too young to even know about most stuff I do know. I’m going to be a sixteenth this year. I’m so close to being out of school, and living on my own. Being an eighteenth has its advantages. I can finally go out whenever I want to, without permission from my mom. Thinking about that made me feel a little bad. The only reason she would lay down that rule, was so that I was safe. The scarring tragedy that happened when I was a nine was bitterly horrid. An older man and woman had been walking towards the bakery where my Grandmamma worked. I was standing at the front, and Grandmamma was in the back, getting a package of little small cakes for a girl’s birthday party. I’m not sure, but I think they were called ‘Cupcakes’. Anyways, in my story, the woman and man both tried to take me away from my Grandmamma. They argued over and over with her, and the man picked me up and placed me in a black, fast car. Once my momma got there, she was in tears, crying and yelling. She wouldn’t let them take me. They had gotten in the car and drove off. The man and woman would argue back constantly, until I finally got to another area, where another man was walking around the street. The woman and man had picked him up and he got in the back, sitting next to me. He picked me up and held me against him, as if, I were his child. He told me I was his child and that he was my father. I don’t remember much after that, but he had me scared to death, because he was talking about stuff I shouldn’t have heard, and then the police finally came and took me back to the police station, where my mom had been. Back to the present though, my mind was a complete shuffle of emotions, such as Sadness, angriness, perhaps jealousy? Why would I be jealous though? Who knows, but all I know is that I’m only a sixteen, and I should be doing something with my mom. But now, all because of some stupid guy who chose to drink at the wrong time, ended up hurting my mom, and my world. How dare he take away the one thing that I hold most and- “Kimberly!†I heard Grandmamma say. I had seen that I had been sleeping. My head felt lighter and I felt more rested. The red numbers blinked across my alarm clock. It was nine thirty pm. I arose from the bed and rubbed my eyes. “Yeah Grandmamma?†I asked, looking around the room. It was dark, and I saw her open the door. I pushed my long brown hair away from my face. My soft pale eyes wandered to her hazel ones, and her brown hair was also pushed back in a slight ponytail. “You okay?†she asked me. I nodded my head, looking to the side, avoiding eye contact. She didn’t seem convinced. “Tomorrow, Kimmy, you’re going to meet someone from the court. There is a new custody hearing, since your mom had, passed away,†she said, rather sadly. My head was going through so much. Who else could want me besides my Grandmamma? So many thoughts rushed through my head and I couldn’t stand to start thinking. All that was in my mind was my mom. My sweet, sweet mother. I just plopped back down on the bed, and Grandmamma tried to shut the door. “Who is trying to take me from you?†I asked. In my mind, it wasn’t fair. Someone was going to take me away from yet another person I loved. I didn’t like the idea at all. “Your father,†she said, a little grimly. I scoffed, burying my head in the pillow. The only time I ever saw yet, let alone, talk to him, was the stupid day I was with Grandmamma. She didn’t like him, Mom didn’t like him, and I won’t like him. I already didn’t, so I could maybe just tell the judge I don’t want to be near him. Of course! That might be the best thing to do. Grandmamma had shut the door and allowed me to sleep again. My head was still clouded, and my throat felt dry.
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