Tribute to How Important Mums are

I used to be a good girl. Your typical, average, nice brainiac. Good grades, glasses, slightly chubby, with brown hair. I always wore hoodies. I had no friends, but the teachers were alright with me. I stayed happy and optimistic. My mom was proud of me, and my dad was nowhere to be seen since I was eighteen months old. I loved escaping to magical worlds where I could be in the military, save the world, even save multiple worlds. But that is all gone now. My grades have dropped. My smile is nowhere to be seen. I have scars on my wrists that everyone avoids talking about. 

  You want to know what happened, don't you? You want to know why I changed, and why I never smile. Well, that will come later. For now, this is my life before it was broken.

  "Yes, Minerva?" Mr. Graves, my biology teacher picked me to answer.

  "The genetic codon most DNA strands start with is methionine, which is AUG in RNA and TAC in DNA form," I answered his question.

   "Correct! Very good," he stopped for a second, glancing at his computer. "Minerva, you are needed in guidance" He looked pale, and at the time, I had wondered why.

  I found out after five minutes. In just the five seconds it took to tell me, my whole life shattered. I was never the same.

I couldn't believe it.

My rock, my heart, my soul, my anchor, h*ll, my ship, my captin, my sea. Dead.

Mum's dead.