Very well, this is not the first story that I write in English, but is the first that is going to be published and NOT removed

Very well, this is not the first story that I
write in English, but is the first that is going to be published
and WONT be removed. So I'll be so honored if you read it even if
it's not perfect, and what's more: you can even personal message
me if you want to correct it, then, you can put your mail and be sure
that no one but me is going to see it. Then I can send you the
chapters or the story, 'because I actually don't know if it's
going to be a long one shot or a novel. I guess that's something
I'll have to see as I write the story.

Not an
orphan.

Chapter
1

I'm not an orphan; I think you already got that
right? I have a Mum and had a Dad. Though I have no idea were exactly
my mum is, I know that wherever she is she
is working for our goodness (yes our: my sister Lucy and me, Sara)
and that she is deeply in love with us.

Or at
least, that's what Grandma' tells us every day. She is very poor
and bit old, but again, she works hard for our goodness and she loves
us deeply, as does her friend Mónica.

Well, as
I said, I'm Sara, I'm 17 and there's nothing more you would
actually like to know apart of the fact that my father died the day
before yesterday.

He, a man
of hard working fell ill the past month and it was that strange
illness what actually finished him.

He didn't own much money, and all he had was
left for education and food mainly, so that's why he was so full of
debts when he died. And as it's easy to figure out, my family is
now in complete ruin, more than it was before, and yes, I had the
opportunity to study in a quite good school, but now things have
changed and the only way out of this is for my Grandma' to do as my
mother and try to make it better somewhere out the country, maybe in
USA, where I was born. That's why I speak in English, even if it's
hard for me to do it, 'cause I've lived almost my whole life here
in Colombia.

Unfortunately,
we can't go with her, 'cause as I say before, there's no money
and she can't stay, 'cause she may be picked by the police
because of my father's debts. But she may travel to USA searching
for some help 'cause, again, my family is American.

As we
haven't got any more family in the entire world, there's nothing
left but go to an orphanage, to a good one we've been told. In
there, we'll have food, a roof, and (as my father would have liked)
a good education.

We're
on our way right now, but you shouldn't feel sad for us, because is
better than going to a bad school and living in the streets.

It would
be so dangerous for us to sleep in the streets, I know! For everyone
is dangerous, but more for kids in Colombia, and what's more: if
they have USA blood (for this effects, like it or not, capitalist
blood).

Back to
us, we're on our way, in a bus, and can't help myself but spend
my time watching the awesome landscape. It's full of hills and
mountains nicely decorated by trees and bushes.

The bus
zigzags its way through the road. Lucy is sleeping next to me. I'm
thinking about my friends back at my other school that had to leave
in mid term.

I also think about the boy I like, he's called
Sebastian, but I guess he doesn't sees me as more than friends. And
very apart friends I have to say! He is one of those people I didn't
tell I was leaving. I guess I won't care. Any ways, it's
something I'll have to forget because there's no go back at least
for a while.

I'm
suppose to leave the orphanage next year, but I don't reckon I'll
do, 'cause I just can't leave Lucy alone. She is only 5 and I
don't want her to forget me, or our family, or worst: forget she
HAS a family.

I still
have my MP3 (I know, I know it's something old, but remember I'm
not a powerful money owner) and my cell phone, but can't know if
they're going to take it off from me. I'll do my best so that it
doesn't happen, really, I'm so a no one without my music or my
cell phone.

I stand up a bit to get a bit more comfortable.
The bus is passing beneath some tall trees and its shadow feels fine
in my skin.

Lucy
wakes up and sits straight.

"Were
are we going Sara?"

I have told her a thousand times we're going to
a new home. But I guess she doesn't get the idea of what a new home
is. 'Cause I guess you know, but a
different home is not the same as a different house. At least, not
this case.

This time, we're going to have a new house, it's
true, but more important is the fact that
we're going to have a new 'family' if that's how you can call
an orphan.

"We're
going to a new home?"

"A new
house?"

I nodded;
I guess that's just too hard for a small kid to understand the
difference between those two concepts.

"And"
she proceeded "Is it to far?"

"I
don't know Lucy" I look through the window "I don't know"

The bus
keeps going in its way, the humming noise doesn't stop. And things
in my head began to change. I guess is because things are really
going to change from no on. How can I possibly know how the future is
going to be like?

--

And there
it is! My very first chapter of my very first English fiction press.

I know! It's short, but is just the beginning.

Anyways. Remember I said I didn't know if it was
going to be a story or a novel? Well, it's going to be a novel
(here again, I think that you may already noticed that ¬¬), but a
short novel I guess, no more than six chapters. Anyways: Who knows?
If it really gets good, things can possibly change.

I'd like to know how you feel about it: If you
liked it, if you didn't, If you think I'd better continue writing
some pokemon fanfiction, or whatever you'd like to say, it can even
not be related to the story at all, just REVIEW!

But try
to make it according to the story anyways please…

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