My eyes were rapidly deteriorating since I started using Tumblr. Walking to school in front of the park, I realized that it was autumn, my favorite season: almost bare trees with all bare branches, I could hear the rustling as people trampled a crowd of leaves crisp, but when the wind blows, it speeds up a tornado of leaves. swirling in a circular motion, feeling a fresh batch of rain from a few minutes ago and seeing the twinkle of the biggest star I admired. I walked to school every morning before my mother left us. Dropping Kaylee off at school, I took a right turn where Jessica insisted on meeting by the cascading fountain. I parked and squinting I could already see that she was dressed impressively today. A jacket replicating the print of a burgundy floral sofa, a vintage purple satin blouse with J's scattered all over it in different colors, an eagle bolo tie, the elegant saffron striped skirt, suede slip-ons and, to complete her red knit glasses, someone had given him. She ran towards me. “Hey Caymen!” Jessica giggled, waving and smiling sweetly, I pressed a button to roll down my car window, stopping it halfway. I perpetually felt like an outcast driving an extravagant car, and therefore the only rich student. “Hi, I have some news,” I said, “I was nominated for my blog this year!” I pronounced. “The Caymen are great,” Jessica muttered. Did I do something wrong? " What ? I questioned. "You're always talking about Tumblr," she complained, tossing her bangs to the side with a frown. "Whatever," I continued, "I'm late for class. Forget plans to go to the library for lunch" as I got out of my car and slammed the door so I could hear the beep to lock . "Okaaaay" she said emphasizing the word H...... middle of paper ..... and I walked into Kaylee's room I felt her guilt and her feet coming down the stairs. and walk out the door Did I go too far, or did she do it by leaving us Kaylee cried consecutively for five weeks, I didn't know how to cook or particularly how to raise a child and I? practically sacrificed my adolescence. The house phone started ringing. “We have a landline?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and letting out a tired sigh. came down and it stopped again it rang and I guessed it was on the bottom shelf hence the lack of use. Removing the dusty cloth, I grabbed the phone and answered it. “Oh” “Excuse me, is Caymen there?” I need to speak to Caymen? » “Yes, are you talking?” And I'm sorry this phone will never be used. » “We have been trying to contact you for hours; I'm afraid I have some bad news, your mother was in a car accident and unfortunately passed away…”