Mother - Part 1 Angel Dream Aino The performance was no where near over. "I could scream if I here the same thing over again. I know all of these adults feel the same way. Dear god why can't I just go now and show all of these people what a girl of my stature can do!" A young twelve-year-old girl said. She had thick aquamarine hair down to her back and sparkling royal aqua eyes. She looked very mature. She had developed breasts, skinny and had a serious look on her face. She made her way bye playing the violin, being an artist and teaching younger children. She looked at the audiance and saw the way they just wanted to fall asleep. She was in anticipation to play for them "Ms. Hyaline I believe that you seemed like you swallowed a bowl of jumping beans," a young blonde woman with fiery orange eyes had approached her. "Yes Taylor...I mean Ms. Augostino! I am so upset with everything that the people are falling asleep. I think when it's my turn I will do my piece with a lot more rhythm to have everyone at the edge of their seats wanting more and when I stop they shall thrive for an encore!" "Well Michelle you are very determined and I can't wait to see what you are going to do for everyone!" Michelle smiled, she saw how the last person was finished and she picked up her violin case. "Finally!" She expressed in a joyful sigh. She started to approach the stage with such dignity and grace that everyone looked at her in awe. Taylor tossed her waist long ponytail behind her and grinned. "Tonight I shall be present a piece from my own collection," she began, "it is called 'Heaven's Devil.'" She picked up her case and took out her violin and bow. And instead of sitting down she stood up, and delivered first note with a hearty and mighty stroke. The crowd was amazed at the rhythm and steadiness of her playing. Her movements were so graceful as she danced with the beat of the music. Michelle continued her performance for a few more minutes as she dazzled the crowd. When she finally stopped, the audience stood up and gave a standing ovation. Michelle smiled as she curtsied and looked at her "admires" then left the stage. "Michelle you were marvelous out there!" Taylor exclaimed as she ran up to her and congratulated her with a hug. Both of them had tears in their eyes. A few days later Michelle's thirteenth birthday was approaching and Taylor's wedding was also. Michelle was an adopted little girl once and was orphaned when her late Granny Ann had died. She always kept the name Michelle Nerissa Hyaline. She was just told that the reason she had a different name was because her father died when before she was born and that her was killed. But that wasn't true and she found out she was adopted. She always had too opal-pearl like earrings and a picture of her mother when she was a teenager. She never took either of them off except for once in awhile. One day after school Michelle rushed to her friend/music teacher Taylor's house. She had to tell her about the great news. She ran up to the door and banged on it really hard. A twenty-five year old man opened the door. He had spiky green hair and golden colored eyes. He gave her a warm smile and opened it weirder. "Taylor is upstairs going through Bridal Magazines," he said. "Boy why are you in such exhilaration Michelle?" "Come upstairs with me Cory and stuff," Michelle started off up stares while giggling. She then turned around to him and smile, "and I shall tell both of you together!" Cory grinned then followed her up the steps. Once Michelle reached the Taylor's room she saw her wearing a green silk shirt and white leggings skimming through those Bridal Magazines. She jumped up in the air, then landed on her knees on the bed. They both giggled and hugged each other. "Guess what!" Michelle cheered! "What?" She replied in a question. By this time Cory reached the room smiling then said: "Yeah what?" "I made the Orchestra and I am also first chair violin!" She screeched. "That's great!" Taylor expressed and cheered and at the same time her and Cory hugged Michelle. Michelle woke up in a sweat. Her hair was all soaked. She got up and check the time and saw that it wasn't even 2:30 yet. "Damn it!" She cursed herself, "I haven't even been sleeping for half the night yet and these stupid 'terrors' are starting up again!" Her head dove back into the pillow and starting crying. For the past few months all Michelle couldn't do was have a decent night's sleep. Her nineteenth birthday was approaching and she had some questions that needed to be answered. Michelle at the moment was regretting the fact that she decided to let her best friend to leave her and live on her own. She always knew her and Ericka have something special. She saw it to be like a married type of relationship. Except for the fact that they didn't have sex, make love, or whatever. She told her she loved her and stuff like sisters and was ever so grateful for that. Ericka had been travel around the world to start her racecar career and moved out of the dinky, dismal apartment and move to a mansion down the street from Ami. She invited Michelle to live with her but Michelle was going through some personal changes and declined the offer. Michelle wanted to be alone and everything. Michelle got out of the bed and walked over to her desk and pulled out a book. It was a diary and she turned to the next empty space and started to write. She held her head and cringed a little. She felt as though her head was going to explode. She was wondering why these memories were coming back. Happy, sad, hurtful, cheerful memories that were flooding her mind that she became feeling dizzy. She started writing and was sighing. She picked up her jewelry box and looked in it for her locket. It had a picture of her mother in it. Her eyes began to flood with tears. Quickly, she took the remote and turned on the television. She thought if she is going to stay up she could do some stuff besides lay around and think about her past. After awhile of watching TV she had fallen back to sleep. That was before her life was going to change forever. The next morning when she woke up for real, Ami had came over. Michelle was a little tired and not functioning well. She kept on her sexy nightgown and slipped on a robe and talked to Ami as she fixed herself some tea. "Thank you for taking out of your schedule to help me," Said Ami as she took a numerous amount of books out of her bag and places them on the table. "No problem Ami," Michelle replied. "But still I can't see what someone of your intelligence needs help with study and things like that? Why do I have a feeling you didn't come here for help and more like sisterly advice?" "Because you are right Michelle," Ami began as Michelle sat down in the seat across from her with some tea and gave Ami some. Ami took a sigh and began her story. "My parents have been divorced for the past ten years. I have lived with my mother since then and I have seen my father seldomly. Every birthday and Christmas he would send me really nice pictures that told a story instead of letters. But over the past sixth months he has been writing frequently. He said he has met a very nice woman, they are getting married and he is moving back to Tokyo. I am ver y upset by this and I know the woman too. She was my babysitter from when my parents were together. "Anyway, my mother has been crying over and over again since the news. But I don't know anymore. I feel that she was to blame for the family splitting up. Half the time when I was little she was always working over and over and over again and it made my child hood a living hell. But she is a great mother. I can't help but busy myself with work and studies to make up for no time. I don't want to be hurt." Michelle continued to listen to her as she talked on and on and could help but stare into space. She interrupted Ami and asked: "Hey Ami do you want to go clubbing?" Ami eyes lit up and she shook her head in a yes motion. "Great!" Michelle sipped her tea. Ami and Michelle laughed and talked for a little bit more. Ami then left and was to return to go out at seven o'clock that night. Later that night the two girls met up at the club called 'Retro Active' and walked in. Ami had her chin length hair pulled back into twists and was wearing an ice blue mini dress. It had thick straps and she wore a gold chain belt and gold jewelry and blue heals. Michelle had done her make up to give Ami a sense of style and attitude. Michelle was wearing a strapless silver mini dress and metallic teal platforms and her chest length hair pulled back. She wore a butterfly necklace. They both carried purses. They looked around and went straight to the bar. "Wow this is SO awesome!" exhilarated Ami. Michelle just smiled. "This is just like having a sister," Michelle stated. "You don't have a sister?" "I don't have any siblings. I am the only child. I think." Michelle ordered some vodka and drank it. "Really? What do you mean?" "I was adopted. So I don't know if I have anyone." "Oh I see." "Don't worry about it," Michelle lied in a jovial tone. "It really doesn't bother me!" She chugged on some more vodka and smiled. "Hey I have to go to the bathroom I will be right back," said Ami. "Okay I won't go anywhere." When Ami left someone came and sat down in her seat. "Excuse me," Michelle said. "That is my friend's seat she went to the Bathroom really quick and I am saving that seat for her." "Michelle?" asked the man and he looked her up and down in a "hey baby I want to get some" manner. "Yes? How do you know me?" "It's me Andrew and boy do you look incredible!" Michelle just smiled and grinned at him.