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A Lesson Learned
By Diana P.
age: 13

Alondra Jackson's brain was not in any pleasant, happy, or agreeable condition at all. It was nine o'clock in the morning and she was slowly getting ready for her 'trip' to where her parents had finally decided to take her.

There was still sleep attached to her eyes and she was brushing her teeth. She was still fuming from last night's argument with her parents. At least I won't see Mark again, she thought viciously, rinsing her brush. Then she spat her mouthful of toothpaste out on the mirror as if the taste of his name on her tongue poisoned her. She decided to leave it there as a monument of Alondra Jackson.
At 9:30, she took her time sauntering to the car in which her parents would soon take her to her cousin June's house. Only they never came.

After waiting for twenty minutes, she got frustrated and went back inside the house to find out where they were, making sure she slammed the door. One of the hinges came off. All she found, however was a note that said 'I went to the hospital as soon as your mother called.' On the bottom it said, 'love Dad'.

Not able to understand the note, she sat down on the vintage stool to ponder over it. What had he gone to the hospital for? She could hear the crickets still chirping their sad, sad song. The dew on the grass was shining like Africa's diamonds and the birds were flying here and there across their nests. She still considered it a horrible day. About five minutes later, the phone rang, she rushed to answer it.


''Is this Alondra the hardhead?'' a familiar voice said. Alondra was stricken dumb.

''June! What are you calling for? Do you know where Ma and Pa is?''

''Your mother's dead, thanks to you and only you.'' a hurt, vicious voice said, hissing into the phone with hate. Alondra froze, absolutely confused.

''I said yo ma's dead! You broke her heart last night as if you even remember what you said to her to make her feel so bad! It's all your fault, Alondra! You ain't staying with me, I know that!'' and then June hung up the phone. A silence reigned in the house for ages before Alondra even understood what June had said. Then she whispered:

''It's all my fault? Oh my god, it's all my fault...I'm sorry mama!'' She realized she couldn't stay there anymore, so she grabbed her lightest handbag she had that was filled with stuff and flew out the door, faster than the speed of light. She hadn't even bothered to wash the toothpaste off.

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