The Hardest Thing

Alora is very well liked shes the most beautiful, athletic girl at her school. She goes through some really hard things when her parents die and that leaves her with her uncle. He does really inappropriate things to her. She wants to leave and never return. Never mention anything to anyone.Everyone now becomes not trust worthy. But can just an ordinary soccer player change all of this?


1. "Change"

          Its was the first day back to school. "Alora Lynn Edwards get up!" i heard my dad yelling. School was something i never liked. But i jumped up and yelled "I'm up" back to my dad. 


          I started by getting in the shower. I scrubbed up and got out. I put my hair up so it would be wavy by the time it was dry. I picked out my skinny jeans, purple "pink" shirt and sparkly Toms. I sat down and was doing my make-up.First was cover-up I was really tan thanks to the summer so the cover-up i had wasn't much my skin tone. Then i put on my favorite lip gloss(i didn't really like lip stick)it had some color to it and had hints of sparkles.Last i went over my eyes with this amazing purple color and eyeliner. 


          I went to the bathroom to do my hair. I blow dried it while it was up in the bun and it came down amazingly. I put just the right amount of hairspray in where it would still be soft and flowing but would keep its  place all day. 


        I went down stairs and my mom had breakfast set out. Eggs, pancakes, milk, orange juice, bacon, toast,some fruit. I stuck with the pancakes and milk. "Honey its 6:45" "ok thanks bye mom bye dad"i said grabbing my book bag and running out the door for the bus. I loved the bus my best friend Cody sat right across from me. He knew everything about me and i loved that. Everyone wanted us to date but i didn't want it to mess up our friendship. 

      During school everyone told me how pretty I was and everyone wanted to take me to prom this year even tho 11th grade just started. I was happy people liked me and thought i was pretty but i seen how some of the girls looked at me. They gave me the look like I was so horrible monster. I hated that look it made me horrible to think just being myself could get me hated. 


       Ashley (my old friend) told me that i was no good spoiled bitch in math. When ever i was called something mean everyone could tell i was hurt. I hated being something that someone hated for doing nothing. 


       During choir I got called down to the office. As I walked in they handed me the offices phone. As i took it i thought it would be my mom telling me that I was getting picked up i was way wrong. It was the hospital telling me on the way to work my parents got hit and the car flipped over. They had passed away just 10 minutes ago. I started crying not being able to hold it in. The doctor told me that they sent an officer to come get me from school. I was not expecting to never see my parents again. I tried to say "Ok" firmly.


      I walked back into choir and grabbed my books with tears rolling down my face. Everyone was asking whats wrong and I was trying to say it so people could understand me but i chocked up and wrote it down with tears rolling down my face and onto the paper. I gave it to the teacher and she hugged me and said "I'm so sorry". That's when a guy in the front row of men grabbed the paper and said it out loud. Everyone got up and hugged me. No one could speck they were so stunned. 


       The officer came in and said "I'm looking for Alora Edwards" "I'm ....right here" i said still crying my eyes out. He grabbed my books from me and said "I'm sorry your parents were great people" We started walking out of the room and to my locker to grab my book bag. I still couldn't believe my parents have died. It was all so sudden. When we got the the police car he didn't take me to the hospital he took me to my house. He got a hold of my uncle when he was on his way to pick me up and told me i was moving to Ireland with him. Since that's my only family member. 


     I had the rest of the week to live in the U.S.A. 

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