i wrote a bit more. tell me what u think.
I still remember the exact moment when life went rom normalcy to… whatever it is now. I remember in perfect detail, the exact moment.
It was the summer between 8th and 9th grade, in late June. All my girl riends had taken to ditching me (litterally:kicking me out o the house, leaving movies early, etc…) whenever their boyfriends asked them to, which I didn’t really appreciate. So I was headded to meet Marc, my best friend (who happened to be a guy) at a movie theater. It was early afternoon, and the sky looked heavy, almost as i it was about to fall and sufocate all of Chicago. It was exactly the type o thing that interested me, so I took out my sketch book to do a quick drawing.
Thats it.
Thats when my life changed.
Because, right as I was finishing my drawing, I heard the voice of my ather behind me.
“Hello, Ezmerelda”
I have never been close with my father. Mostly because he ditched me and my mom when I was 6 to join the gedneric mafia. But partly because we just never got along. Which is why I spun around and said, in my snottiest voice, “what are you doing here?”
“Just saw you and thought I’d say hi.”
This was the only kind o contact we ever had because he was wanted by the police. Stalkerish and creepy, I know. But better than him stopping by the appartment and angering not only me and my mom, but the 5 police oficers that conveniently lived in the same building as the family of a wanted criminal.
“thats bull crap. What are you really doing here?”
He seemed to be torn between playing innocent and being honest for a second. Then he decided to be vague.
“you’ll find out” he said, winking at me.
As he walked away, I went to put my sketch book back in my purse , and found a note he had somehow slipped to me. It said:
Meet me in the wal-mart parking lot at 8:00. Come alone and DON’T be late.
tell me what you think, plz. be brutally honest.