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"Vinnie! Hurry up!" Dad shouted.
"Alright alright!" I put my last set of clothing into my luggage. No, Im not running away or some sort. My family and I are just about to go to Texas where Nonny is, my grandma.
"You need help over there?" Dad asked
"Yep, kinda." I closed my luggage and he grabbed it
"This is a heavy bag for a 13 year old girl, what does this contain? Rocks?" He joked
"Yes dad, rocks!" I chuckled
As we went downstairs I saw mom smoking. She never smokes unless she's worried about something.
"Mom, are you alright?"She turned around a bit alarmed to see me.
"Yes Venus. Im fine." She replied. That's odd, she normally calls me Vinnie not Venus.
"Celeste are you okay?" My dad asked her.
"I said I'm fine, don't push it."
And thats the last thing I heard from them. When we landed in Texas we went straight to Nonny's house but the first thing that greeted me was her sympathetic smile. I always hated that, it makes me feel weak. At that very moment, I had no idea what's happening until the next day when I didn't see my parents in Texas.
I figured, maybe they needed a break from me? I'm not the best child to have you know. Then it finally hit me, that my parents. Celeste Lindleman and Patrick Lindleman left me alone with my grandma in Texas. A year after, Nonny passed away. Another big wave hit me. Im alone. Venus Skye Lindleman has no parents, no siblings and no friends. That's why I was forced to go to an adoption center, mind you that Im still 14 years of age at this point.
"I don't like it here." I told the woman who was escorting me to the girl's room."Well hun, deal with it. It's not like you have someone to go to." She scoffed.
I was in the adoption center for a year already and it sucked. I cried everyday wishing that my parents were still here, that Nonny was still alive, wishing that I had friends and wishing that I was being loved. None of that happened. I didn't know what to do, I closed my doors on everyone and I got trapped in my own bubble.
Bubbly Venus was dead and cold Venus was born.
Now, I'm currently with my new foster family. I've gotten used to this, being passed. Well now this is my 11th foster family, the longest I've been with a family is 5 weeks? I'm not sure but the shortest was a week, probably because I don't talk to them and I act as if I don't care and I obviously don't.
"So Venus, what are your hobbies?" Mrs. Peterson asked.
Me and my foster mom were eating dinner together, Mr. Peterson is not gonna be home by 12am. I don't know why he works that late but he does.
"Uhm, I don't know. I'm not much of a fun person."
"Sure you are! I know somewhere theres a fun Vinnie inside you!" She joked.
Vinnie. Oh god, not again. All the memories flashed back, I thought I was okay.
"Excuse me, I need to go." I told her and went straight to "my" room.
I closed the door and I was catching my breath it's as if I ran 5 football fields.
"Venus, don't. You are not --" As I was talking to myself Mrs. Peterson went in.
"I'm so sorry Venus. If theres anything bad that I said, I'm sorry. I know you're probably not gonna tell me but --" I cut her off.
She apologized sincerely. I've never been seen someone so sincere towards me. I've never felt that someone cared about my feelings until now.
"My parents." I told her. Maybe it's time, it's time for me to somehow try. Try to open my doors bit by bit. She looked at me like she was telling me to continue.
"That's what they use to call me." I continued, I'm not sure If I'm going to tell her my story yet but for now the knowledge she has about me is enough for us to talk and stay connected.
When she noticed that I'm not very comfortable with her presence. She smiled at me and said that she'll be making banana split. I didn't mean to be rude and to get uncomfortable around her, it's just that I never opened up to anyone until now.
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Thats it for the first chapter! I don't know if this is too boring or not. Also, is this too short? Should I make them longer? Let me know! I'll make adjustments and stuff. Feel free to ask and suggest anything, I'd be happy to hear them! :-)
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I Don't Cry
Novela JuvenilThere's a trick about crying. When you cry, don't stop it. Let your tears fall. After that, act like your okay and they would never even notice you're broken.