Thebluhart

Chapter 1-The Race

I believe everybody has a dream, it's always something somebody want to do or wanted to do. I don't think anybody was born not having a passion for something.

We all have a passion and a gift that god sent from way up above. My gift is singing I've been singing since I was a little girl. Soprano singer, hit the highest of notes possible.

I was singing in the choir once upon of time but mom got really sick to the point she was too exhausted to get up and go to church.

I started to take care of her because I didn't want her to die. I needed her, she was the only parent I had since my dad walked out on us.

Since I was a little girl with no dad I started to grow up faster. I couldn't be sad about him forever, I was something precious and if he couldn't see that then that was his business.

I was working 2 jobs to make sure my mom could get the treatment she needed. Money was coming in but I still had to put food on the table.

It was no more food stamps and mom's check couldn't pay everything. The check only paid the bills, I had to cover the Utilities and of course food.

I wasn't a normal teenager, most teens in Dallas were living it up but I was the complete opposite. I was holding it down so nothing would fall apart. I always wondered when my life would begin, but at times I felt selfish because at the ending of the day my mom needed me.

It wasn't her fault that she was diagnosed with cancer. Every time I felt that way I always put myself in her shoes. What if it was me? I would want somebody to look out.

Although things weren't perfect I still had a little ray of light in my life. I had a boyfriend his name was Kairo, I cared about him so much but sometimes I questioned if he even cared about me. I think too much on it because I wanted to be wanted by somebody. Nobody wanted me at that school, and if Kairo was just pretending then I didn't mind because at least it felt real.

My insecurities ate me alive all the time no matter the place or time but I was very good at hiding it. I couldn't let people see them because if so they'll call me out on it. I was picked on a lot but it was only one person who was cool with me. Gravity had been my friend since the 9th grade, her friendship was so loyal and genuine. The only thing she didn't approve of was me being with Kairo. He was popular and everybody loved him, nobody knew about us though only gravity and maybe one of his friends. When it came to our relationship I didn't care what anybody thought because I really liked him.

"Aliza! Gravity is outside!" My mom yelled out to me
I was writing in my journal, it was where I put all my thoughts. Nobody knew about it not even gravity. It was very private and the things I put in it I didn't want anybody reading it.
"Alright tell her I'm coming" I replied
I hid my journal under my pillow then put my shoes on.
"Mom you sure you'll be okay while I'm at Gravity's house?" I asked her
"Aliza go don't you worry about me. I have my medicine and I can get up to warm something up if I get hungry. Enjoy your last day of summer baby." She told me
"Okay mom I love you see you later" I said
"I love you too Aliza, be smart." She replied

I walked out the door and went to go get into Gravity's car. My mom always wanted me to live life like a regular teen but it didn't feel right. She knew she needed to be looked after but didn't want to bother asking me. I was going to take care of her regardless because why not? She was my mom and I was her daughter. She gave me life and I would be wrong if I didn't take care of her.

"Hey Ali, you look pretty today who you trying to impress?" Gravity said as I got into the car
"You think so? I just threw anything on. Cute tank with some shorts, I don't think anybody look good in Dallas sun." I replied
"Well I beg to differ, Texas hot as fuck but you look good in it. So what we doing today? I'm tired of playing board games at my house and talking about those stupid bitches at school" she complained