Alexzandria Wicka Davison

I knew I was special, but I never measured how special. My name is Alexzandria Wicka Davison, I am five foot, six. I have blue eyes, they aren’t sky blue they’re a murky, gray blue. My hair is caramel brown, I have fair skin, T-bone shaped cheekbones with little dimples in each cheek at the top of the bone, a medium very well portioned nose, and pale, light, pink lips. I weigh about a hundred and thirty-two pounds, and I have a thirty inch waist. I am not your average teenage girl, besides being sarcastic and being naïve. I was walking home from my job at a fifties diner.

                When the sight I saw shocked me half to death. Colors of yellow, orange, and a brassy orange extended from the ranch-style home. Sirens wailed continuously and I stood frozen. Where are my parents? The cars were here, they were inside! I examined the front of the house, panning for any sight of them. There was no sight of them. I was sixteen and I wasn’t about to let this happen! I dropped my book bag, and ran inside. The smoke began stifling me instantly, I watched as everything turned black and curled up into ashes.

                “Mom!?” I coughed violently. “Dad?!” I didn’t hear a response, suddenly something hit me! I flashed back and saw my mother, she was telling me something.

                “If ever there is disaster near Alexzandria, please remember to take two things the envelope above the fire place and the thin stick, on top of the bookshelf.” She said tenderly as she rubbed my cheeks.

                “Why?”

                “You’ll see…Promise you won’t forget.”

                “I promise.”

                “PROMISE ME!”

                “I PROMISE!”

                Suddenly I snapped back into reality! The fire still devouring my house, I had to make a decision. Find the items mom told me to grab…. Or save my parents. Time was short, the house began creaking. I made the decision to keep my promise. Saving my parents was important, I wanted to! I couldn’t because my mom’s face the day she made me promise her was one I had never seen. It was serious and she meant it. I ran to the fireplace still coughing up a lung, I thought wouldn’t the envelope be destroyed from flames? I stood corrected as I reached for the envelope that read “Alexzandria Wicka.” Quickly I grabbed it and tucked it into my shirt. The bookcase, was in the other room, fire had spread far worse in that room. I jumped to see if the stick was there…It was. I reached my hand up when fire had hit it. I yelped in pain as I grasped the stick. I held my hand, it was scarred and burned. I heard a creak as the roof upstairs became weakened. I had to leave! My parents had to have made it out by now! I felt an uneasiness in my stomach. I ran out of the front door, down the steps and into the grass. Firemen arrived as I had escaped.

                Intently I watched them hook hoses together and spray my house. The dilapidated house collapsed. No firemen  went in so they were all safe. Were my parents? I began shedding tears as I replayed my house falling. The house I grew up in, had crumbled to the ground. Something more painful, my parents were probably in it. I prayed that they weren’t. I grabbed my book bag, where do I go? I felt a sharp corner edge my skin. I yanked it out of my shirt! The envelope. I turned it over, it was still closed. I put a finger under the flap and ran it in a triangle shape as it popped open. A letter was inside. I reached for it and pulled it out smoothly, it had a sticker on the front. I peeled it off carefully as I lifted it open. It was in my mother’s handwriting!

                Dear Alexzandria,

Sweetheart if you’re reading this, it means disaster has stricken our house. There is money in the bottom of the envelope, about a thousand dollars. We have put a deposit on the room, at the Hilton in a Phoenix, Arizona. A taxi will pick you up and take you to the airport. They will give you your ticket. Please tell me you grabbed the stick! I hope you did!

The thousand dollars isn’t play around money! Be responsible with it! No shopping! It is for food! I did put an extra two hundred for clothes and hair needs(you’re a girl and need treatment, momma knows how it is.) Okay sweetheart, take anything you have with you! Do NOT show anybody this letter! Or the stick! Trust no one, except for two people who will join you in the hotel. Their names are Tucker and Alissa. Trust them! No one else! Before you trust them ask them: “If jelly is purple what is peanut butter?”  They will reply “Peanut Butter Jelly Time WAY YA!” That’s how you know it’s them.

On last thing, your father and I may not be alive. I love you! Do me proud! Last thing, don’t go by your name Alexzandria, you need to go by Lexi. Everything will piece together soon. I love  you soooo much! XOXOXOXOXO

                        Sincerely with Love from,

                        Mommy

I folded the letter up, tearing up as I tried to hope my parents were alive. A taxi was waiting. I wandered up and knocked on the window. A woman in her early fifties rolled down the window.

                “Are you Alexzandria?” I thought for a moment, mom said go by Lexi.

                “I am Lexi.”

                “Eh, get in.” The lady talked in a heavy smoker’s voice with a hint of Jersey.