The apocalypse

The air was silent. The sun was scorching but to me the sky looked darker than it should be. I sat down on the pavement floor as dad was busy packing our things. I didn't want to leave California,seeing as it was the only connection I had left to my mother,well that and the lovely star necklace she gave to me before she passed on. Flashback "Dad watch out!" I screamed as I saw a bus heading directly towards us. Dad was too occupied with shouting at my mom for not making lasagna like he wanted. See my father has an anger problem,his doctor has tried with everything in him to see how to help him but let's just say he is a tough nut to c***k. The bus did not stop coming and dad only saw it when mom shouted out (a little too late if you ask me). All I could remember next is the glass shattering,my glasses falling off my eyes and the last bang before I slipped into unconsciousness. Waking up,I search earnestly for my mother, and that's when I saw my father pulling her out of the car. I went to help him with it because I couldn't see myself living without her. We successfully pulled her out of the passenger seat just in time for the car to explode and extend us few kilometers away from it. At that point my entire body hurt more than it has ever hurt in my entire human existence. I forced my eyes open to see my mother looking up at me with tears in her eyes and I knew she was about to utter her last words to me,so I held on to her with my last strength. "Amelia,you are a beautiful and intelligent girl,do not let anyone tell you otherwise. Use your knowledge to help people. You come from a line of fighters and we fighters never stop fighting even when we don't know if we will win.This necklace has been in our family for ages,it will bring you good luck and it will protect you. Take care of yourself,take care of your father and remember I love you with everything in me" A tear fell on her cheeks and it was the last thing she felt before she gave up the ghost. I sat there drowning in my tears as I watched life slip out of the only person that meant the entire world to me. I could not move,could not think,I don't even think I was breathing. All I did was cry. Dad woke up few minutes later and he let out a wail when he realized that his wife was gone. End of flashback The Uber driver got there just in time to take us to the airport and still numb from watching my mom being dropped to the ground at the cemetery, I could not move. Dad picked me up and put me in the back seat. We didn't carry anything apart from our clothes. I believe the memory of the furniture was too difficult for Dad to keep around. So he left everything there. Why we were leaving California,I had no idea. But I sat and watched from the back seat the only place I called home fading away from view. I was comforted by the singular fact that my mother's necklace laid proudly on my neck. We had a smooth flight and in the next minutes,I found myself standing on the native soil of New Orleans. The city of New Orleans,a place where the supernatural meets the natural,all sounded like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me. But looking at the streets filled with ancestral decorations,I was a little bit excited that I would be living here. The car took us to our new home. It was smaller than the one back home and I immediately hated it. All feeling of excitement that I had on the drive here went with the wind. The sitting room was designed with the worst possible Indian style that I have ever seen. The couch had a bunch of cuts in it,the floor needed a cleaning company to come clean it for ten times before it would look decent. The dinning table was designed for a baby to rejoice at seeing it and the cover clothe had a stain on it,nothing a little club soda won't take care of though. Dad showed me to my room upstairs and I almost threw up at the site of it. The bed was creaking and the mattress had cockroaches on them. My wardrobe was two times too small for me and the bathroom that I would be using looked like an animal died in it. I hated the house and wondered still why dad would make us leave our Haven for this mouse trap. Suffocated by that smell,I ran outside only to behold the most break taking site I will ever see in form of a boy. I stood there for minutes soaking up his features and daring to think if I would be allowed to run my hands through his hard chiseled jaw bone. I was so occupied with my thoughts that I didn't even notice that his hand was out for me to shake. He touched my shoulder to snap me out of my dream world and I fell into a deeper one,the next thing I heard was. "Are you alright?" I stuttered a little but still could get out the words "Yes,I'm fine" "My name is Derek" and there was that hand again. Touching it may make me fall into a complete bliss but judging from the day I've had,I knew I deserved it. Taking his hands,I said "Amelia". And he smiled at me. Suddenly I could feel the air that took my excitement of being in New Orleans bringing it back to me. I guess New Orleans won't be so bad after all.