Goodbye 

"Goodbye"
That word annoys me to death. I learned to despise that word. In fact, whenever I see that word in a story book, a wall or on a paper, I can't stand - but to grab a pen which I had always kept with me in my pocket – and scratch that word out. I hate it. I hate that word!

well I decided to write another story, since the other one got locked  Well hope you like it

 

I looked out into the night sky. How long it had been since I last saw her – waving her hand as she mouthed a word that I hated the most – "Goodbye".

I hate that word. It was a bad child's experience. My mom tucked me to sleep that night. She would usually say "Good night," but on that day itself, she said "Goodbye."

At that age, I just thought that she had said the wrong word. But before I even knew it, I woke up the next morning only to find nobody in the house other than myself.

Now I'm at the age of sixteen, iv been alone since I was seven, the event occurred nine years ago.... nine painful years ago.

Have you ever had that one nightmare, which you can never forget? This is worse, feeling alone in reality is painful. But not to have your parents with you is worse.

I'm on a journey to find out why she had left, with my childhood friend Merry Parker, she helped me through out all my misery. The only one who was there for me... She was a better mum than what my mother ever was.... She was there through my most painful experiences, she is my best friend and I adore her to bits.

I don't hate my mother, I just....miss her, I want to know why? Why did she leave me all alone? Why did it have to be me? Why Why Why??

"Sally" I looked back and saw Merry in her silky long blue nightgown. Marry was beautiful, she had long slim figure, ocean blue eyes with short...really short black hair.

"yes" I asked as I turned my body around to fully face her. "Get some sleep, tomorrow we begin with the mission" I nodded and she left, closing the door behind her.

Mission...no not killing people, undercover work, we just signed at a new academy for the elite. Although I'm not that smart, confident, sporty, beautiful or rich....Merry's paid for me to enter since my mother had attended that school.

I walked towards the brown bed and kneeled beside it, I raised my hands to my chest  and began to pray.

"Thank you Lord, for giving me a wonderful friend and a roof to stay under." I rose up and lied on the bed, I rose the brown, fluffy bed sheets and covered my self.

A image popped in my head as soon as I closed my eyes, my mother was tucking me in, her bright hazel eyes shined in the dark, a smile which would cheer anyone. A tear ran down my cheeks "why mother?"