Chapter 7
Yale sat on the edge of her bed as she waited for someone to pick up. Please, don’t pick up, she thought. Don’t get her wrong. She really wanted to talk to her mom and her brothers – just not anybody else. It rang and rang and rang. Nobody picked up. She debated whether she should try again. Well, it has been a month… She redialed the phone number and waited again. Now if her mother texted her complaining about how she never calls, she can defend herself and say nobody ever answered. Not that she’d called before. This was the first time she was going to hear their voices in a while, if only they’d answer.
“Hello,” a woman answered. She sounded distracted.
“Hello. May I talk to the parents of Ysabella Castro?” Yale deepened her voice to the point where it’s unrecognizable.
“This is her mother speaking,” she sounded more alert now – and cautious.
“I’d just like to congratulate you. She has been nominated for a Noble Peace prize and I know she’s spending a couple of months in Africa right now, building houses for the villagers, but could you please contact her and tell her that she needs to fly back as soon as possible to accept the award,” Yale was on the verge of laughter but she tried to control herself. She couldn’t. A laugh burst out from her lips.
“Yale!” she sounded happy.
“Haha, hi, Mom,” Yale replied with a smile.
“Honey, it’s so good to finally hear from you,” there was an accusation in her tone.
“You hear from me all the time, Mom. I text you every day…” Yale rolled her eyes. “What are you doing? You sound a little distracted.”
“I was actually cleaning up a bit. We’re having a party tomorrow, so…” her mom trailed off with a sigh.
“You don’t have to do that, Mom. I don’t get why you don’t just get a cleaning service to do it,” Yale chided.
“It’s my house. I can clean it myself.”
“It’s more like a mansion really, Mother. It’d take a battalion to clean it by tomorrow, never mind you cleaning it by yourself.”
Her mother laughed. “No, really, I can do it – though it would be easier if I had you helping me,” she teased. “Anyway, that’s enough about me. How’s everything there, sweetie? How’s school?”
“The same as this morning, when you asked me through text,” Yale laughed.
“Okay, but don’t think I haven’t noticed that you won’t tell me where exactly you’re living. You better be in a safe neighbourhood, Yale. Did you find an apartment? You could probably get a house, a small one, but it’s better than staying at a hotel for another month. Look into that, honey.”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll look into it,” she promised.
“So where did you say you were staying?”
“I didn’t,” Yale replied with a nervous chuckle. She was trying to avoid the question.
“Yale, where are you staying?” her mother persisted.
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New Beginnings
FanfictionYale has always been adventurous. Moving to another country at the age of 16, she leaves her family behind for her biggest adventure yet. This is the story about how she found a new beginning in a place where she never thought of looking.
