The Smile That Never Came 

I smiled as I sat on the front porch of my house. My mom would be here in two days!I hadn't seen her in a week, since she was in New York.I couldn't wait to hear the stories she'd bring from the big city.I was bursting with excitement. I was excited for the candy she would bring me aswell. She always brought me candy. There wasn't a trip that she didn't get me candy. I waited there in the old green lawn chair, waiting for the maroon Oldsmobile to drive up. I decided I would wait day and night until she returned.

Too bad my grandma had different plans.

 She shooed me inside for dinner.She said I had to go to bed early, since I had scool tomorrow. I sighed. I wouldn't get to wait for Mama tonight. Oh well. Maybe she'll be here in the morning.

 I grumbled softly as my grandmother pushed me out of bed. I growled and started my normal routine. Something caught my attention. I rushed into the living room, toothpaste dripping from my mouth. I frowned in disappointment when I saw that my mother wasn't there.

As I got to school, my mind was out of whack.My teacher would yell at me to pay attention.I quickly shook out of it and looked to my friend, Leslie, for directions.

School was over. I rushed home, my bulky backpack slowing me down. It was 20 minutes until I got there. I busted into the room, nearly breaking the gl*censored* door that covered the wooden one. I looked around. No sign of Mama.

I sighed. My grandma patted me on the back. " She'll be here tomorrow." she said, the wrinkled smiled sprawled across her face. I smiled in usison, and started my chores.

Ugh. School again. Lucky it was Friday. I was excited. Mama was coming home. I tried to focus today, because I knew she would be there. I could just see her. Arms wide,while I raced home to greet her. She would be holding the candy, which always had a note. And a small bow on it. I smiled at my thought, and was hushed when my teacher arrived.

During 3rd period, my phone rang. I quickly bent down and answered it. It was a police officer. I thought my older brother had got in trouble, and they called my number. The officer's voice was broken. I wished he would hurry before I got in trouble. The officer caught himself. " Angel, I have some bads news." he said. My eyes widened as I awaited to be informed.

" Your mom was in a terrible car crash. And.....She didn't make it."

My heart completely sank as the words buzzed in my ear. My eyes were filled with fat, bulky tears. My teacher spotted me. " Angel! No phones are allowed on school premesis!!!" she roared. I dropped the phone and raced out of the room, all eyes on me.

What would I do? My mom was my best friend. I couldn't live without her. Tears streamed down my eyes as I ran home, my backpack clucking against me. It was raining. My hair stuck to my face as I rushed home. I could barely see. But, it didn't matter. I wish someone would run me over now.

2 days p*censored*ed, and, my mom's funeral was held. I couldn't beleive the people there. Argueing about what they would get of hers. The land in Maybank, the jewelry, the children, the money. It made me mad. My aunts and uncles fought ofver my brothers and sisters. They had decided I was old enough to stay with my grandma.

I was the last one left at the funeral. Everyone was content with what they had from her. I wanted them to feel my pain then. They were making me mad. I had so many mixed emotions as I walked up to the coffin. She was wearing the dress me and her and picked out. I smiled as I sobbed. She was wearing the necklace I made for her in second grade. It only made me cry more.

The officer that had called me walked up. He patted me on the back and pointed towards a small table in the back. I looked at it, and started to walk towards it.

It was her purse. Memories flooded back. Memories of stuffing convienent store bought goodies into the bag, since we weren't going to pay the high prices of the movie theater, memories of spilling an Icee into it, and just laughing about it. They made me smile.

I finally saw it.

The large bag of Hershey's Drops with a bright red bow on it.

There was the letter taped onto it.

I opened it, tears pouring more rapidly.

There, it was in print, it read:

" My lovely Angel,

I love you, as much as you love chocolate.

I love watching you grow.
Your smile keeps me going everyday, and, I can't wait to make more memories with you.

 I love you so much.

You mean the world to me.

Love, your Mama. "

A tear dropped on her print, ruining that particular spot.

I dropped to my knees and cried.

I cried for myself.

I cried for my family.

I cried for my lost mother.

The officer layed a hand on my shoulder.

I fell into his chest and sobbed.

" I don't want to be alone." I sobbed, muffled by his  tuxedo.

" You won't. I promise."

The end.

Based on a true story, by me.

Oh my gawd Mercy. That made me cry. D;

And what do you mean its based on a true story? Ish Mercy's mama okay?!

Yeah, she's fine. My aunt died. That's whi I asid it was based....

And, what's up qith your siggy?

Why's your mom say that? Lol.

Wait, why'd she say that?

Omgizzle, tell me~

Some kid said he wouldn;t go out with me because I didn't have anything, so my mom told me that. xDD

*looks down shirt* Wait, where'd they go?

...Oh there they are. |D

LolFail. But my mom taught me better.

....She said if anyone made fun of me I was to either kick them in the nuts, or punch them in the face. If they touch me back, she says I have the right to hit them harder. :DD

Lol.

My mama said I have a right to poke them with my pocket knife.

Lol, zozo. I have the same feeling too.

Sometimes I like to pretend....

Besides being a 32A, I was a 30B.....

:'c

 Chapter two.

Runaway

I decided if my mother wasn't there,I wasn't going to be there either.

I was going to runaway.

I carried what I needed.

Clothes, blankets, tent, two pocket knifes for protection, and food.

Plenty of food.

I also brought the letter my mom had wrote me, for motivation.

It made me cry sometimes. I also wondered what she would think of my right now. 

Would she be mad? I hoped not. A single tear trickled down my face as I looked back at the house. It was almost midnight. I had chosen the time, since there wouldn't be as much cars. I set the loaded suitcase on my bike, and hopped on the white bike seat. I kicked the kickstand, and rode down the long, dreary lane.

As I peddled down the road, I thought of my past.Many had died at that time.Lots of deceased relatives. My dad, who was unknown until the age of 5, had commited suicide. My oldest sister and the second oldest were murdered. Three of my brothers were caught in a street fight, and died.

Man, my life sucks.

I wish I was dead.

Worst part is, my grandma has 3 months to live, and I would've been alone anyways.

Tears filled my eyes as they were whisked away by the wind.

Its morning now, almost afternoon.

I ate the small amount of canned fruit I had packed.

I had set my little tent behind a dollar store, only to leave and ride to my schools playground. It was pitiful, aand this was only the first day.

I rode down a couple of streets, and was stopped by two girls and three boys. Clearly a group of friends.

" Hey! where are you going?" the youngest girl asked.

I looked at her. She gave a snobby impression from her voice.

"No where, just riding." I answered simply.

The taller boy spoke up. " Where do you live, girl?" he asked.

A little anger rose inside of me as he adressed me.

" Over there." I lied.

" Shouldn't you be baking with your mom, or doing something with your dad? where are they, anyways?"

These kids were making me mad.

" They're dead, now leave me alone." I said, crossly.

The kids just got more obnoxious.

As I tried to ride off, the oldest boy stopped me.

" So, where do you live, tell me the truth." he growled.

" Nowhere!" I shouted.

I rammed into his foot and peddled off.

" Hobo!" they teased.

Tears were streaked down my face.

I went to the school playground. I hide in the covered tunnel where no one would find me until morning. Of course I would still have to attend school. I just had to hide my emotions.

My middle school was strange, because it had a playground. Other than that, it was normal.

I couldn't pay for my lunch, so, I did jobs for the teachers. Like cleaning their rooms, and grading papers.

My life was getting sadder every moment.

It was a horror walking down the halls. The popular girls would whisper when I walked by. The guys would laugh.

The only friend I had there was Leslie.

But, even she ignored me at times.

I continued my life for twelve weeks.

That's when school let out.

I often visited my grandmother, secretly.On June 2nd, she died.

I had cried for weeks, but, I knew it wouldn't do me any good. The house was sold quickly, and I disappeared from the neighborhood.

Your probably wondering about that officer, right?

Well, he seemed to forget about me, I suppose.

I really don't know.He might have a search party on my tail as I speak.Or, he could be helping another kid somewhere. I miss him, and he lied to me.

He told me I wasn't going to be alone.

Look at me now.

I sighed as I layed in the tunnel. It was raining outside.

Great.

I got out of the tunnal and looked around. No one in sight.

As I turned to get my things, a familiar annoying voice caught my attention.

" I knew it!! I KNEW you Angel was homeless!"

I whipped my head back.

There, in her pink hoody and tight skinny jeans, was Alyssa.

She looked at me.

" Wait till I tell everybody about this." she said, an evil smirk on her face.

All I could do is sulk.

And, thats what she did.

She told everybody.

I was picked on, and teased for the next year.

And the next year.

I hated it. I wanted to die. I wanted to kill myself. But, I stayed in the house my grandmother was in. She was dead, and I only had a few years to live there before it got tooken down. It was sad. I didn't go to school, I just lived there. Day after day.

I'm really sorry about this one!! It was sad, and I had to end it!!

It was short, too!

I'm sorry........

Sometimes I like to pretend that I got ran over by a car, just to see who would care. Some times I'd think that my life sucks, but when I look at it again, its what every child dreams of. A family, house, an aawsome turtke, prengant cat, and a puppy. Not to mention my suicidal fish. <33

THATWASSOFRICKINSAD

Lol, thanks Zozo.

I feel that way too sometimes.

Lol, you should of heard what my mom said today.

Mom: " You are so not my child. I was almost in C when I was eleven."
Me: " Meanie, then who's name is on my birth certificate, hmmm?"
Mom(pondering question)": " You must get it from your dad."

Lol, me too.

I didn't even kniow! -goes to read-

Aw, I wished you had continued with the story. I would've liked to see where it would have went. It was good anyway, though, although very, very sad.

(( bump..))

I know! I might edit and rewrite the second part...

Hey I love that story! It's so good! You should write on when she's like dead and a ghost and meets her parents and grandmother...and the police officer! Maybe he died and that's why he didn't follow his promise up or something- oops. Getting carried away... =P

Anyway it was really, really good =)