One Hope- PArt One!

“Eventually, we’ll all die,” announced Chealsea. I stared at her with my wide brown eyes, we were still little and I hadn’t known that would happen.
That night I ran to my mom’s room. “Mommy, are we all going to die?” I crawled into my mom’s lap staring at her with fear and shock. My mom hugged me close and whispered, “Yes.” Her answer made me cry. As tears snaked down my pale skin, I answered innocently, “But I don’t wanna die.” My mom stroke my chestnut brown hair and whispered, “Oh dear, don’t worry about it now.” I leapt off her lap and walked into her room.
I pulled out the diary my mom had given me recently for my birthday. On the inside of the diary was a picture of my dad. I fingered at the black and white picture of my tall dad standing next to my mom. Then I thought about what everyone had said about him…
“He was a loving person,” my grandma had told me. “He is a traveler, flying around the world and that’s why you never see him,” my uncle said. “He was just like you,” my mom’s voice had sang. I took out a furry pink pen and wrote:
‘Eventually, daddy will be back & he’ll tell me stories about the people he meets. Then I can finally hug him & kiss him on the cheek. I miss you daddy, wherever you are… I hope you’ll come for me soon!’

Several years had passed by and I longed to meet my dad. It was almost father’s day and the school was planning something new. Mrs. Lee, my homeroom teacher for eighth grade, gave me a flyer. In big bold red letters it said:
Happy Father’s Day!
Bring your father in and we can meet each other！
Let’s all get together on the Friday of Father’s day!

I stared at the flyer in my hand until it started it to blur. Chealsea came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I snapped out of my trance and saw the flyer stained with tears. I had been crying. I didn’t even know who my father was. I forced a bright cheery smile and said happily, “Yea, I’m fine! Let’s just get to class!” “Ok…,” Chealsea said hesitantly. Then we walked to class. And the whole time I was wondering, what I could do….
In class the teacher was talking about persuasive writing, but I wasn’t listening, I was staring at the flyer and crying my heart out. “So to write a good introduction paragraph you need three things,” Mr. Duck’s voice said. “Can anyone tell me what those three things are?” I ignored him. “Um… Selena” My head jerked up and my eyes were red. “Can you tell me one of the three things you need in a good introductory paragraph?” I shook my head and bent my head back down to stare at the bright flyer. How was I going to tell my mom? What would she do? I remembered every time I asked her about it, she broke down to tears. I needed a way to find out. I was determined. After all, she can’t hide it from me forever…

To be continued….

Jennifer Sayz: It's not really that good... and if you dont wanna read this i know why... i still have more to type, but im just feeling kind of lazy.... ^^"" sorry...! next part will be out by next monday!~