Prologue
Author’s Note: Hey guys! So today I decided to do something a little different. This is a fictional story about one of my favorite Disney actors, Bobby Driscoll. This story was inspired by The Seamstress’s Hidden Kiss on FanFiction.Net. Enjoy!
The Year 2006
I stared at my balding, middle-aged principal who was staring back at me behind his wooden desk. My mom was sitting beside me. This is all crap, I thought. I was wearing a bright pink T-shirt, jeans, and pink shoes.
The principal cleared his throat and said to my mom, “Mrs. Hilliard, we found something in your daughter’s locker,”
“Found what?” Mom asked, now facing him.
“This,” the principal said. He then proceeded to pull out a bag that contained a white powdery substance I knew all too well. My mom slapped me.
“Adriana! Why?” she said.
I didn’t answer her.
“I’ll give you two sometime to talk,” the principal said. With that he gt up and walked out of his office, closing the door behind him.
“Why?” Mom repeated, clearly shocked at the revelation that her daughter had done such a thing.
“You probably know why,” I replied angrily.
“I don’t know why,” Mom said.
“Ii’s a combo of things,” I said after a long while.
“Like what?” Mom asked.
“School is just so stressful!” said I. “Why did Dad have to leave?"t
It had been two months since my parents divorce. That’s why I started using drugs. They relieved me of the pains of this world, but only for a minute. I hid them from my parents because I knew they would freak out. All that changed when he visited me.
“You’re going straight to rehab tomorrow,” Mom replied.
“Rehab?” I said. “I don’t need to go to rehab,”
“You do,” Mom sLid, “and it’ll make you all better,”
“Better?” I questioned. “What could make me possibly feel better?”
“God, for one thing,”Mom said.
“God made me feel worse,” I said.
“He did not," Mom said. “The devil did, aid I pray that God will make you better. Do you think you neee to go to a counselor?”
“Maybe,” was my response.
Mom grounded me for two weeks. She dragged me to our dirty, red sedan, and drove off. I was sitting in the backseat, thinking hard about how miserable m life was. I reflected on the countless arguments between my parents and the day Dad left, rolling his suitcase out to his car, not even giving a second glance at me. My eyes start watering up. I look out the window. Outside were the rolling hills, a telephone wire, and the blue sky.
That’s when I saw him. He looked beautiful at first, but soon as we locked eyes, he ran down the hill ,and under the telephone wire. What is he doing? I thought. He had on a black jacket, black pants, and shoes. When he finally turned around, I noticed that his jacket had angel wings ln the back. My ears were ringing. I assumed it would die out like normal, but strangely it didn’t. I rolled the window back up, and when I did, the noise finally died.
As we were pulling into the driveway, Mom and I took notice of Grandma as she was walking out of her bright blue Sudan. She was wearing a black shirt, a blue jacket, a pearl necklace, black pants, and black shoes. Mom and I both got out of the car. I ran up and hugged Grandma. She was the only one who understood me.
“Hello, little one!” said Grandma. Turning to my mom, she said, “Oh, hello, dear. How was your day?”
“Terrible,” she said, casting a glance of anger at me. “Come inside, and we’ll talk about it in the house,”
I looked at the house. It was a brick house with a front porch and a back-screened porch. Grandma was the first one who walked in.
s soon as we were in the kitchen, Mom told her everything that had happened. I watched from the living room door as Grandma’s face turned white. Never had I ever seen her so shocked by any news. She nervously sat down in one of the dining room chairs that Mom had already pulled out for herl Grandma started crying. .
“How could she?” I heard her say. “My little Adriana! A drug addict!”
“This time as a shock to me, too, Mom,” Mom said, patting her shoulder, “but we have to make her get help. I’ll call the local rehab center, and we’ll see if she can come in tomorrow,”
Mom walked through the open door that leads to the hall. I knew that she was going to phone the rehabA enter. I folded my arms and scat dwn on tho brown couch. How I hated Mom at that moment! She thought I needed help, but what I wanted was Dad back. It was at tha same moment that I noticed something.
There was a terrible aching in my heart. An ache that I thought only Dad could fix. I did not know that there was somebody else who I desperately needed.
Grandma got up from her chair, walked into the living room, and sat on my right side, looking very upset.
"Addy,” she said. I winced at the name. It sounded like something a little kid would say.
“What?” I asked, irritated.
“I'm very disappointed in you,” Grandma said. “Do you know whats that stuff can do to your brain, and most importantly,”-she trailed off for a moment and added, “Your heart?”
“No,” I replied. “I don’t care if I die young,”
“You will!” Grandma screamed. “Ore family will be devastated on Earth if something happened to you!”
“As if you guys care!” I screamed back. “You don’t know what I’m going through. Nobody does,”
“That’s what the devil wants us to think,” was Grandma’s response.
I turned awsayfrom her.
“Oh, whatever can we do wsth you?” Grandia asked.
I looked at her, but she was staring off into smace pike a cat watching its favorite tol being held out in front of them.
“Grandma,” I said.
She didn't answer. Grandma simply got up and walked out the front door. I ran and looked out the window that overlooked the driveway. I remember calling out to her frantically, but still, she didn’t respond. I noticed that there was a large brown book on the pavement with something attached to it on top. Grandma stopped before it and continued to stare.
“Grandma!” I yelled, pounding on the glass. “Grandma!”
I noticed him again. That same man I had seen before was now standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk facing my house. He had his back turned and walked down the street. I still didn’t get a good look at his face. Grandma picked up the book and walked back into the house.
“Grandma,” I said, “what's going on? Who was that?”
Grandma only smiled at me.
“I think an angel came to visit me,” she said.
“Right,” I replied.
Grandma said nothing and handed me the book. I looked at it and said that it was labeled “Journal”. I turned to the first page. Inside was a small box that said, “If Found Please Return To-“. The space beneath was empty.
“Who did this belong to?” I asked.
“A close friend of mine,” Grandma said. “I feel as though God wanted me to let you have it for a reason,”
“Why?” I asked. “Why me? Why would God giev me a book?”
“Read it, and you’ll see,”
Grandma looked at the watch on her wrist. “Oh, dear,” she said. “I’m late for my doctor’s appointment,” She got up, kissed me on the cheek, said goodbye to my mom, and walked out the door.
I stared at the large book in my lap. I didn’t know it then, but I realize now that good things happen. My reading of the book was only the beginning of it.
