A Weak Dieing Sixteen Year Old

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Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: July 26, 2010

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“Is it really them?  Are you completely sure?”  I couldn’t believe it.  I haven’t talked to my parents in over five years.  How did they even get my address.  Why would they be writing to me now.  I mean now?  It has to be the worst time to pop into my life.  I didn’t want anything to do with them anymore.  If they left once, they’ll leave again.  I can’t do that when I’m already dieing.  
“I recognize the writing…  It’s my mother’s handwriting.  I guess I should open it to make sure.  I don’t recognize the address, but that’s because I never knew where they lived.  They never wanted me to find them, and now I don’t want to find them so they come and find me.  This is horrible…”  I opened the letter, and saw all of the curved letters and the cursive.  It was definitely my mom’s handwriting, but I didn’t recognize the writing at the bottom of the letter.  I decided that I should read it and get it over with.  Here it goes…  

Dear Callea,

It’s your mother.  I know its been a long time since we have spoken.  (Yeah.  Five whole freaking years.)  I thought we should send you a letter.  How are you doing?  I hope you are doing okay.  We’re doing great!  Our family just keeps growing.  You have some new siblings now.  I got remarried.  Your dad and I got a divorce about four years ago.  Maybe we should all come down and see you.  I can barely remember your face anymore, and I’m sure that you’ve grown and changed.  Being that your…  what?  Sixteen now?  (Wow, she knew my age!)  I know your mad at me for leaving, but you know I had to go to work, and I couldn’t afford your treatment.  I don’t even know if your alive because you never kept in touch with me.  (I decided to stop reading for a minute there and looked at the rest of the paper.  There we drops of something all around it.  I sniffed it.  Alcohol?  I handed it to Dr. Rezder and he nodded his head.  “Alcohol.”  So I guess she still has that problem.  She was drinking when she wrote this.  I was very angry at this point, but I decided to keep reading.)  You know I am your mother.  Your suppose to talk to your mother, and not drop off the planet.  (I dropped off the planet!  She has it all wrong.  Err.  I could seriously kill her right now.  What all she did to me, and now she decides to flip it all on me.  I have to admit, it definitely sounds like my mom.)  Well, I have to go.  I have work in an hour.  Yeah, I actually have a great job!  I work at the local grocery store.  A lot of my earlier bosses were really mean, and fired me for no reason so I couldn’t get unemployment, but I have had this job for over a month now!  Isn’t that great?  (Yeah, sure.  They fired her for no reason…  I know that’s not true.  She goes to work drunk, and that’s probably what she did the day she wrote this letter.  I feel bad for her kids.  I know how hard it is.  I lived with her for eleven years.)  Hey!  The kids want to talk to you!  They’re very excited!  (That would explain the unrecognizable handwriting.  Maybe this would be the good part to the letter.  I hope so.)  

Hey!  My name is Sasha.  I’m 14 years old.  Mom says you’re my big sister.  That’s awesome!  I’m not the oldest anymore!  So, are you going to come and visit so all of us can really see you?  Maybe then, you can take over with the babysitting.  These little kids can be horrible some times.  School is so much fun.  Do you go to school where you live?  I’m sure you do since your sixteen.  Mom says you were very sick before.  Are you still sick now?  Well, Cameron is trying to steal the pen so I will give it to him now.  He’s seven years old.  Love you big sis!  I hope I can see you soon!  J  

Hey!  (I could tell the he was just learning to write.  It was very sloppy and hard to read.  You could tell he was a boy though.)  I’m cameron.  Now you’re the oldest!  Sasha can’t be mean anymre.  You have to come here and see us.  Mabe baby sit.  You have to be funner than Sasha.  Well I gots to go.  My favrite tv sho is on.  (Did I want to go visit them.  I don’t know.  He definitely needed to learn his spelling.  I thought kids would have better handwriting and spelling at seven.  Oh well.  Off to the next one.  It must be a girl.  She had much better handwriting.)  

Hello.  My name is Hannah.  (Wow.  She has awesome handwriting.)  I’m five years old.  Im glad I have a biger sister now.  Mommy says that you wer sick.  I hop you arent anymore.  I love you.  Bye sissy.  

I was in tears at the end of the letter.  They were so cute and they wanted me to come visit.  Hannah still had that innocent little girl talk unlike Sasha who had to grow up much too early.  Hannah can still be a kid.  She’s very smart too.  I wish I could stay and find out how they are, but I already knew that I couldn’t write back.  I wouldn’t be able to handle it.  
“Well.  What did it say.”  He asked looking curiously at the letter.  I decided that he could read it.  
“Here.  Read for yourself.”  As he got further down the letter his eyes got wide.  I knew what he was thinking before he said it.  
“She’s an alcoholic isn’t she?  She has three kids.  I hope the husband is ok.  He didn’t write anything in this letter.  The kids are so cute, but oh…  they have a horrible life.  I wish we could go take them away from her.”  The invisible light bulb had to have lit up above my head because I had the most brilliant idea.  
“We can!  They can stay at your house.  You said it is big.”  I wanted to jump out of the wheelchair and run to the car screaming, “Let’s go!  Right now!”  but I couldn’t do that so I decided to wait for his answer before doing anything.  
“I definitely have room, but it’s going to be harder than you think.  Your mom won’t want to give up those kids.  It’s a long drive too.  Lets finish packing your stuff up, and go to your new home to check in with my son and tell him what we are planning to do.  He will need to come along because I don’t know how long we will be staying there, or how long it will take.”  I was excited either way.  It was a yes, and that’s what I heard.  The yes in it all.  
“Sounds great!”  I was actually excited to go there.  I wanted to keep my siblings safe.  There’s no telling who my mother is married to, and what those two do to the three kids.  I hope they are ok, and that we aren’t too late when we get there.  I packed in ten minutes and he had all my favorite food.  We were ready and on our way to see his huge house.  I couldn’t wait to see his son and the room that I would be staying in, and the rooms that my sisters and brother will be staying in too.  I’m sure its going to be much different than their house right now.  
We were driving for about ten minutes when I finally saw a big mailbox that said Rezder on the side.  The sad part was we were driving for about two more minutes when I asked, “How long is your driveway?”  
“It’s really long, but we only have like three more minutes till we get to the house.  You’ll like it.”  I knew I would like it.  I was just tired of driving.  I wanted to get on a plane now.  All the way over to Kentucky now.  I don’t know how I’m going to make it on the plane.  I’ll be too jumpy.  We finally pulled into the circle that was in front of his house, and my jaw dropped.  
“Wow!”  Was all I could say.  It was bigger than a mansion.  It had to have fifty rooms in it.  “It’s beautiful.  I can’t wait to see the inside.”  I really couldn’t.  I was wondering and wondering what it would like.  Especially of what my room looked like.  He parked the car and went around to get the wheelchair when his son ran out.  I felt my face go red as he looked me up and down and then smiled and came over to help me into the wheelchair.  I had to admit.  He was really cute, and to make it even better.  He wheeled me into the house.  Their house was even wheelchair assessable!  It was awesome.  I would have some fun on these ramps.  It even had an elevator!  Holly mackerel.  This was awesome.  I saw Dr. Rezder’s son looking at me so I decided I should introduce myself.  I guess I got caught up in the house and forgot about him.  I brought my hand out, “Hi.  My names Callea.”  He completely ignored my hand though and brought me into a bear hug.  
“My names Caleb, and you don’t have to call my dad Dr. Rezder anymore.  Just call him John, or like me, Dad if you want.”  He smiled at his dad and then we went to the elevator.  Only I would start dancing in my wheelchair to the music that the elevator played.  John and Caleb both laughed at me, but I didn’t care.  We got to my room, and if I was standing I most definitely have jumped up and down and ran over to the bed and jumped on it.  You have to be a child some times.  I grabbed the wheels and did a wheelie over to the bed.  I felt it, and it was the softest bed ever.  Much better then my pull out couch.  
“Lets go to bed now!”  I said and we all laughed, but then John reminded me of something.  
“It’s only five thirty.”  John said.  I about jumped out of the wheelchair.  I wheeled myself over to my bag to get some clothes out of it.  
“Crap!  You got to be kidding.  Dinner after six!  Remember??”  Well, of course Caleb didn’t remember so he was looking at me like I was nuts, but John got a horrified look on his face and said the same thing I did basically, and then both Caleb and John both said their goodbyes to go get ready for dinner.  
“Phew.  We all ready??”  I asked John and Caleb.  They both nodded their heads, and I called Sara’s cell phone.  It was only a quarter after six, but she said she got off at six so I guess it was ok.  I listened to the phone ring and ring and ring while John and Caleb looked at me when my facial expression changed.  Her voicemail.  I kept calling every five minutes.  It was six forty-five when someone answered, but it wasn’t Sara’s voice.  I knew Sara’s voice. 


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