The Becoming
A Dark Angel Trilogy
Written by: Iris Cortes
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I sit down on my bed trying not to give in to my tears. This summer is going to NOT going to be fun. My one and only friend Lizzie that we all call Liz (She gives us the evil eye if we call her Lizzie because she says it sounds childish and immature.) is out of town this summer. She's spending the summer in Italy with her family while Im here feeling sorry for myself. It's not that im sad that she's having fun in Italy because its totally not that, it's just that I wanted to spend the whole summer with her. Even me making a friend is a miracle so I should be grateful. I don't make friends very easily like some people do. I met Liz at school, somewhere I usually don't talk until im asked to or spoken to. Liz was new at school that day. I tried to ignore her smiling, friendly face she was making at me until she said " Hi." The first thing I noticed about Liz was that she had beautiful curly blonde hair and was totally out of my league to make friends. Liz looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes and asked me " Do you mind if I sit next to you?" I confusedly nodded as she sat next to me at the lunch table. After that I found out we both loved reading and we liked the same kinds of music. I also found out Liz wanted to be a Fashion Designer when she finishes High School. That was the beginning of a great friendship. Later in time We became best friends. We went out shopping and going to parties she was invited to and I went as her guest. The front door banging released me out of my reverie. My mom opened my door without knocking. Talk about annoying. She looked at me and sighed. "Oh come on Alexis! Stop being such a baby and come out of your room and have fun. Your sixteen for the love of god." She grabbed my legs and pulled me out of bed. "Mom stop it. Leave me alone!' I yelled. Feeling annoyed but I couldn't help but be amused by her outburst. Mom was always a calm, relaxed woman. Everyone loved mom. She was impossible to dislike. Mom is nice, positive and she loved to help out whenever she can. Everyone agreed that me and my dad have a fabulous mom. She also gives me great advice.I finally give up and get out of bed and sigh when I see my mom leave with a satisfied smile. Mom's right, I should go out and have fun. It's summer and I'm sixteen years old. A time to have fun and goof off. I go to my closet and quickly look at what I have. It's not much so I go to my mom, whose typing on her brand new laptop which she wont let go of. "Uh, mom can I have some money so I can go shopping for clothes? I really need to get new clothes." I started playing with my hair nervously. Mom stopped typing and looked at me suspiciously. "Since when do you even like to go shopping?" She's staring at me like I just told her I found a million dollars on the sidewalk. " I never said I liked shopping, I said I have to go shopping." My mom nodded slowly, considering if to believe me. She walked around the room and grabbed her credit card out of her black wallet and handed it to me. "Don't spend too much and don't stay out past eleven." I nodded and I went to my room and put on denim jeans and a purple tank top then I hurry to the bathroom and pull out my hair brush and start brushing my light brown hair and put black eyeliner around my dark brown eyes. I quickly put pink blush on my tan cheeks and I went outside and into my 2009 Eclipse. I put on rock music on my way to the mall. When I get there the mall parking is almost full. I finally find a parking spot and quickly get in it so nobody will steal my spot again. I walk inside the mall and im overwhelmed by the size of it. This is one of the many reasons I do not enjoy shopping at malls. They are way too crowded for me and the people are freaking annoying. They spray perfume in your faces and then smile and offer you a bottle of perfume like if the chances were pretty good of you buying the perfume after they spray you on your face with it. Stuff cost way more in malls than they do in regular stores. I walked inside a store that looked like they could have some stuff that I would like. The store was small and organized. The walls were white and the