A Single Raindrop by Sydney G.
Prologue
Hello. My name is Adelina, which means noble and sweet. Although, when you think about it, who do you know that’s noble? Who do you know that has the kindness in their heart to make the world a better place? I don’t, especially with my Führer (leader) , Adolf Hitler. Welcome to the deep, dark depths of my mind.
Chapter 1
I was walking along to school with my friends, as I usually did. It was a peaceful day. The sky was that beautiful blue that was just… happy. The grass was green, the sun was shining. It was the perfect day. Until I noticed something. I looked over to start a conversation with my friend, and she was a pretty good distance away from me. She looked back at me and gave me a look. It was half disgusted. Like I had killed her family. The other half looked as if she was trying to apologize for something she had done to me.
When I arrived to school, it was almost impossible to walk down the hallway without staring faces, name calling, and intense faces. As I was taking a test, people kept throwing spit balls towards me while the teacher wasn’t paying attention. Some people were so infuriated with me they tripped me in the halls. I had gotten many painful bruises from that.
The walk home was no more fun than the rest of my day had already been. My neighbors kept giving me looks. Some old lady watering her garden sprayed me with her hose and yelled, “Lassen Sie Deutschland, du dreckiger Schädlings (Leave Germany, you filthy pest)!”
After that, I ran home, trying to fight back my tears. Why did everyone hate me? Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to hurt someone's feelings?
When I walked into the door, the first thing I heard was my mother yelling at me. “Warum bist du so nass?(Why are you so wet)?!” Ignoring what she had asked me, I said, “Mama, warum ist jeder so wütend auf mich? Es ist wie sie verärgert über meine existenz sind. (Mom, why is everyone so mad at me? It's like they are annoyed at my very existence. ) She replied with a stern, “Nein, Nein, Nein, Honig. Nichts ist falsch Witz Sie. Aber du bist einfach noch nicht bereit. Nun gehen Sie zu Ihrem Zimmer und nutzen Sie Ihr Studium . (No, no, no, honey. Nothing is wrong with you. However you're just not ready yet. Now go to your room and get to your studies.) “Ja, Mutter (Yes, mother),” I replied.
I ran upstairs and went to my bedroom door. I stared at it a moment. When I entered, I plopped on the bed. I thought, “What is going on here?” That question kept playing in my head all night until it faintly drifted away into a dream about ponies.
When I had awoken, I told my parents I had left for school, but really I hid in my room. My parents rarely went in my room, so them finding me there wasn’t much of a problem, especially because they both had work soon. I went back to sleep to wait for my parents to leave for work so I could do some investigating. Something told me they were hiding something from me, and I thought I might find an answer in my house somewhere.
When I heard the car doors slam, I jumped out of bed and began my expedition. The first place I looked was my parents room. That's where they often hid my stuff from me when I was being naughty, but all I could find was clothing and my old toys from when I was younger.
After I searched the room and saw nothing, I finally came to my senses and realized that there was no evidence. There was no paper that explained what was going on. I guess what was happening was just natural. It was sure to blow over very soon, I was sure of it.
Chapter 2
I went back to my room. I wanted to write a little bit, so if things got out of hand, people will have this to remember me by when I’m gone. I wrote about how I loved pandas and flowers. I wrote about the beautiful lilacs my mother had planted for me for me on my ninth birthday. They were lavender, blue, and white. It was beautiful. They were my favorite colors.
All of a sudden, I heard the sound of crinkling rocks coming from outside. Then, a car door slammed. It was my father. He was home from work. He looked unhappy and had bruises on himself.
I couldn’t stand to see him this way. I ran downstairs. I asked him, “Vater, was ist los mit dir. Was ist passiert? (Father, what is wrong with you. What has happened?)” He suddenly fainted and fell on the wooden floor of my living room.
I quickly ran to the freezer, got an ice pack, and threw it onto his head without hesitation. Panic struck me as tears left my eyes. I checked his pulse to make sure there was still blood flowing in his body. Its wasn’t. My father, Boris Fragstein, was no longer with me. He was gone forever. I suddenly thought of all the things I wouldn’t be able to do with his presence anymore. He can’t walk me down the aisle at my wedding. He couldn’t be the grandfather for my children. He wouldn’t be there for me when I finally get famous (probably not but who knows)