My eyes were deteriorating fast since I started using Tumblr. Walking past the park to school I realized that autumn was my favorite season: almost bare trees with every branch bare, I could hear the sound of rustling as people stepped on a crowd of crunchy leaves, although when the wind blows it speeds up a tornado leafy swirling in a circular motion, smelling a fresh wave of rain from a few minutes ago and seeing the twinkle of the biggest star I have admired. I walked to school every morning before my mother left us. Dropping Kaylee off at school I took a right where Jessica insisted on meeting us near the cascading fountain. I parked and squinting I could already see that she was dressed extraordinarily extravagantly today. A jacket that reproduces the print of a burgundy floral sofa, a vintage purple satin blouse with J's scattered throughout in different colors, an eagle tie, the elegant saffron striped skirt, suede slip on shoes and to complete the her lipstick knitted glasses that someone had given her. She ran to me. "Hello Caymen!" Jessica giggled waving and smiling sweetly, I pressed a button to roll down the car window stopping it halfway. I perpetually felt like an outcast driving a fancy car and therefore being the only rich student. “Hi, I have some news,” I said, “I got nominated for my blog this year!” “How wonderful Caymen,” Jessica murmured. Did I do something wrong? "What?" I asked. “You're always talking about Tumblr,” she complained, moving her bangs to the side and frowning. “It doesn't matter,” I continued, “I'm late for class. Forget library plans at lunch” getting out of the car and slamming the door so you can hear the lock beep. “Okaaaay” he said, emphasizing the word.H...... in the center of the paper. .....and entered Kaylee's room; I could hear his guilt and his heavy feet pounding downstairs and out the door. Did I go too far, or did she do it when she left us? Kaylee cried continuously for five weeks, I was not expert in cooking and especially in caring for a child and I practically sacrificed my adolescence. The house phone started ringing. “Do we have a house phone?” I questioned myself, rubbing my eyes, letting out a tired sigh. When did I fall asleep? I went downstairs and it stopped. It rang again and I figured it was on the bottom shelf, so from lack of use. Removing the dusty cloth, I grabbed the phone and answered. “Oh” “Sorry, is Caymen there? Do I need to talk to Caymen?" "Yes, you talk? And I'm sorry that this phone is never used” “We've been trying to contact you for hours; I'm afraid I have some bad news: your mother was in a car accident and sadly passed away…”