Chapter 1

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"Why don't you just leave me alone!" I screamed at my mom as I down the stairs to my bedroom. Locking the door behind me. I laid down on my bed, as soon as I hit the comfort of the cushion, I couldn't hold my emotion back anymore. Ever since my dad passed away three months ago, I had become distant from everyone, especially my mom. We had never gotten along, but my dad was good at keeping us calm. He was the only person I could really connect with. I couldn't let my family see my tears though, especially not my little brother, Beau, he's only three and he doesn't understand where he's dad has gone, he still thinks he's coming back.

There was a soft knock on my door.

"Gwen. Please open the door." It was my mom. She talked in that soft voice she only used when she wanted something from me.

"No." I said, between my sobs.

"Please?"

"Just go away mom. I don't want to talk to you."

"Sweetie please! We need to talk about this." She sounded hurt.

"There's nothing to talk about mom! And even if there was you wouldn't understand! You've never understood me! There was only one person that ever truly cared about me, and he's dead now. So just leave!" I screamed.

I could hear her sigh through the thin wall between us. She didn't say a word. Just walked back up the stairs.

I laid on my bed for what seemed like hours. Sobbing. I couldn't stop.

I looked over at my clock. 8 PM. I went over to my closet and grabbed my backpack. I set down on the floor and pulled out my chemistry homework. It took me two hours to do. I was tired and it was 10 PM. So I decided not to do my Calculus homework.

I put on my gray sweats and t-shirt. I went into my bathroom and washed my face. I looked up in the mirror at my brunette hair, the same color my dads had been. I quickly brushed my teeth, and returned to my room. I quickly got into my bed. Tomorrow was Friday. Finally almost the weekend. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the sleep didn't come.

When I finally fell asleep, it seemed like only minutes after my alarm went of. 6 AM is not a good time for me. I slipped on my skinny jeans and a warm sweater. January in Colorado sucked. Especially in the mountains. I just wanted to be somewhere that was warm all the time.

I brushed through my messy hair and applied my makeup.

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