So here is my first ever fanfiction! I absolutely loved the movie Rags and had some inspiration. Enjoy!
I don't own Rags or it's characters. Only my OC. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Choices, Destiny, & Dead Parents
You make your own choices. My mom always told me.
You choose your destiny and the path you will take. My dad would always say.
Well, honestly, those two phrases were just a bunch of garbage.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my parents very much. Notice how I said loved. That's right. Both my parents are gone.
They both died of a rare disease that no one claimed they could cure. The doctors gave us two weeks to say our final goodbyes to each other. Forever. "Don't worry sweetie." my mom started. "Daddy and I are going to heaven. You know? Like Granny did when she passed? We're going to get to see her again." my mother would always finish. The problem wasn't that they were dying. It was how I was going to through life and get by without them. They were my support. I already knew they were going to a peaceful place thanks to weekly Sunday School visits at church.
I just didn't know where I was going yet. And it scared the crap out of me.
I mean, it's common sense. When you're 9 years old and your parents are about to leave you for good, you tend to get scared.
I'm sorry for being so rude. This is too hard to talk about. Anyways, back to my story.
2 weeks later…
The funeral was beautiful. Flowers of every kind everywhere. They were from mom's favorite florist, Florist France. The shop was named after Florence France because most of the flowers in there was Italian. It's supposed to be funny, but I don't find it that funny.
My mother and father were dressed in the most fancy outfits I had ever seen them in. Mom was wearing a elegant black and white dress with a little white tulip laying beside where her head rested. It made sense. Tulips, especially white ones, were her favorite flower ever.
Dad was wearing a fancy black and white suit with a tie and also had a white tulip by his head. I guess this was supposed to represent their love for each other, how the tulip represented their eternal love and bond. They both also had the hands crossed on their chest. They looked so peaceful now.
The service lasted 2 hours. I cried the whole time. My relatives comforted me and told me it was going to be okay. My aunt Lisa and uncle Bobby told me that they would be taking care of me now. I cried more. I HATED those two. They made my life miserable.
I then hated my parents. I hated them for leaving their 9 year old daughter behind. I hated them for leaving me with my aunt and uncle who hated me back. I just wanted to die along with them. Why would they leave me like this?
I had to suck it up though. I didn't hate my parents. I was grieving. My aunt and uncle promised them before I was born that if something ever happened to them, that they would take me in and take care of me. Get me through middle and high school. Pay for college if I couldn't obtain a scholarship. They promised my parents and, in honor of their memory, planned to keep that promise. How could I hate them for that?
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