I'd Rather be Dead Instead

*First Point of view*

My phone buzzed and I got anxious, for a second, I reminisced Mr. Blanco, but I also reminisced his death by my hands, so I looked at the caller and saw an unsaved number, of course, "Guys, there's someone callin', listen!", I told Rosalia and Brendon while I answered.

"Hello, Marinara? I know I am late and I should've done this a decade ago, but-", the caller hesitated.

"Excuse me? Who's this?", I attacked.

"It's your mom, honey!"

And Rosalia and Brendon gasped.

"Yeah, really? Seriously? She's gone! Who's this? For real?"

"I swear, I ran away from your dad and faked my death and saw you live with that murderer and knew you will do what you will do and waited for the suitable time to call you, honey, please!"

"Now, after everything?! No way nuh-uh, sorry!"

"No. Marinara, this is your chance!", whispered Rosalia, "she is your only fam left!"

"Where do you live?"

"The neighboring town..."

"AND YOU NEVER CONTACTED ME, NOT EVEN SECRETLY, TO SEE ME, YOUR ONLY CHILD!"

"Calmate...", Brendon kindly calmed me down...

"I admit, here, reminds me of him, so...", I stuttered, "oh, I'm leaving next year for college, but I haven't decided where, but not here, that's for sure, and we took Rosa's parents' permission for her to live in Brendon's town but not in the same apartment, so..."

"Oh...how...astonishing...!", mom muttered.

"By the way-"

"Yes, honey!"

"May you come to visit us or something?"

"If you would just open the door if you please..." 

"OH MY GOD!", the three of us couldn't contain our enthusiasm!

I hung up.

Brendon opened the door.

Out of the door emerged a top model, beautiful, tall, long, peached hair woman with a hoodie and sports pants.

"Hello!", mom greeted!

"WOW!", Brendon blurted!

"BRENDONNN!", Rosalia envied and I died from laughter.

"Oh, how precious is that, anyway, can I get a hug?", mom wondered.

I shook my head and gestured her entrance, "Are you hungry?"

"Thank you, honey-"

"Ms., do you drink la yerba maté?", and they all looked at me with bewilderment, "what? Yes, it's ma fave! It's a re-union thang! C'mon!"

And they all giggled.

"But I like it without sugar and boiling hot, yeah-", I complained.

"Mitil ahl el shelf!", Rosalia commented.

"Yes, like the village people in Lebanon, precisely!", I translated.

"Oh, they know Lebanese too?!", mom was astonished!

"Yes, they're-", I started.

"Originally Arab!", the three of us stated in unison.

"O...kayyy...", mom jocked back.

"How long have you guys-", mom continued to begin her new question.

"Since two years ago, since I was sixteen, now I'm eighteen, I was home-schooled and I consider going to college, somewhere far..."

"Oh, what do you wanna do?", they asked.

"I always wrote writings and burned them above the toilet seat and flushed them so no one would read them, but yeah, I would love to major in 'Creative Writing'!"

"Suits ya!", Brendon pointed out!

"Go for it, but now, no mo' burnin', ya heard mei, eh? 抖阴社区 with full confidence and hopefully, you'll become a great and successful writer!"

"What do you work?", I asked mom.

"A fitness trainer, a life coach, a dietitian, and a teacher!"

"Why'd you do what you did?"