On September, 11 ,2001, the day one of America's greatest symbols, the twin towers, were taken over by terrorists, our world began to swan dive into a dark recession. They started kicking people out of their homes. Taxes and prices went up higher than ever. Then in 2008, my family started to feel the effects of our failing community.
“May Bell, are you OK?” My mother asked from the drivers seat. I fogged out of telling the story, no, dramatic happening, to my self in my head and came back to the present.
“Yes mom, I’m fine,” I told her, not taking my eyes off the wide window beside me, showing the many trees of New England rushing past me.
“ Everything will be fine, just hang in there. You’ll like the Hatstats.” She promised me. I never doubted that. A long-lost family-friend was bound to show up eventually, with my family’s reputation. My family got kicked out of their house by foreclosure, and know my family is being spread across the continental U.S.
My two brothers, Jacan, age eleven, and Akecheta ,age nine, are being sent to Military school, so they can get tuition money. I wouldn’t go with them, even though my parents wanted me to. And my seven-year-old sister, Ainsley, is being sent to our aunts house. (I know my family has uncommon names. But there uncommon names for uncommon people.) I would go with her to, but Ainsley likes to pick fights with me some times.
And that left me, with nowhere to go, and no one wanted me. I was thirteen, and no one liked to take care of teenagers. But I think that’s only an excuse. No one ever really liked me. I was a brat ever since I was born. I was a loud baby. And I still have a loud mouth on my face. I have a label of being a trouble maker. Not at school or anything, but in my family. They aren’t very forgiving. They never see how I’m not like that any more. They never want to watch me.
One of the best songs ever written came on the radio of the taxi. Love Story, by Taylor Swift, didn’t cheer me up though. I usually can’t listen to it with out singing at least one verse. But I didn’t even think about it.
My father found a place for me. I was staying with the Hatstats. They were a family of six, Daisy and Farr, and their children, Aaron, Rebecca, Rachel, and Judah. Aaron is seventeen, Rebecca is fifteen, and the twins, Rachel and Judah, are my age. They had money so they could watch me. Their mom owns a diner and their father is a traveler. He goes all over in the peace core. They live on an island just off the cost of Maine, called Mount Desert Island.
Named for the mountains of no vegetation that rest upon it, Mount Desert Island is filled with many attractions for tourists, and is home of the Acadia National Park. It’s a beautiful place, according to Wikipedia.
“Here we are,” The taxi driver said thin put the vehicle in park. Mom handed him a fifty and we stepped out of the car. I pushed my wavy brunette hair with natural blonde highlights behind my shoulders.
“ Stay here please,” My mom told the driver. I went to the rear of the taxi and opened the trunk. I pulled out a suit case and a carry on that I could find in a bundle of suitcases very quickly with its pink color with black polka-dots. I pulled out the long handles and mom came over and took the carry on.
We walked through the busy parking lot and walked over to a blue ferry. A lady in a blue tank top and jean shorts greeted us. “Age?” She asked me.
“ Thirteen,” I told her. She told me to go up on the top of the boat. I gave mom a hug good bye and told her I loved her.
“ I want to give you something,” Mom told me, she handed me a box wrapped in pink gift wrap paper. “ Don’t open it till you get there. Daisy can help you if they're difficult,” I wondered what they could be, and why they would be difficult. After I told her I loved her, I hugged her goodbye, then I went up the marble white stairs to the top. There was white benches, all rowed in two columns. One the other side of the bout was a little boy with his mother. I kept a distance and sat on the bench. I put my stuff down under my seat.
The boat started to move out to the multiple islands that bored on the horizon. Then it slowly picked up speed. We must have been going about 25 MPH, so I stood up. I walked over to the side of the boat and grabbed the thin bars. I looked towards the biggest island on the horizon. I knew it was my temporary home because Mount Desert is the biggest island off the east coast.
My hair blew in the wind and I felt the cool, salt-breeze lightly push against my face. The boy started to complain to his mom that the salt of the air stung in his eyes. I giggled. I guess that’s the only thing that glasses are good for besides seeing. I pushed my fashionable glasses up my nose further up my nose to prevent looking like a librarian.
I looked down at my pink gift and stocked it with my thumb. Could they be opal earrings my Great Grandma May Bell used to wear? Or Credit Cards? I pushed that idea out of my head, mom thinks I would turn into that lady from Confessions of a Shopaholic.
The bout pulled into the pier and the lowered the ramp. I walked down onto the dock and headed towards Bar Harbor in a crowd of tourists. Then as I hit the road people spread away and I walked onto the sidewalk.
I walked down the row of inns and restaurants and counted them until I reached the 13Th building. At the top of the pink door was a pink sign hanging from a small black pole that read; “ Daisy’s Diner of Love.” Daisy Hatstat’s restaurant was for couples and the family ran it. I peeked through the window. I gasped.
Oh No!!!
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