Finally arriving at my humble home, I glimpse towards my little rocking chair family to see Zack, rocking back and forth in my fathers rocking chair. Remembering a flashback from before, I immediately shook my head back and forth in an effort to erase the memory.
I've been living with my lonely grandmother for the past few years now. After my father and mother left, my grandmother was forced to inherit my house. Most of my days are spent alone in my special rocking chair, looking into the sky. But sometimes, at the rocking chairs, imagining that they are full. Sometimes I would even fall asleep after being lulled by the wind gently pushing the chair back and forth. Zack is the only person who is important enough for me to call a friend. He has been my neighbor for as long as I can remember.
I finally brought myself to waltz my way in Zack's direction, "Yooo..."
Zack got out from his seat, brushed it, and sat onto the grass below. He then patted a spot next to him, and I sat down.
I began to watch the birds in the sky as they speckled overhead, occasionally going high enough to touch the clouds and disappear under a low cloud of mist. After a while of staring into the sun, and sometimes at each other, Zack spoke.
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Rocking Chairs
RomanceDylan spent her life as someone who people called a misfit, a loner. The only person she has is her friend Zach, and who she lives with, her grandmother, since her parents died when she was only 7. Dylan soon realises that she cant live her life wit...
