Hi I'm Lora. I'm your average teen, to scared to do drugs and barely passes with 50's. I'm a mixed race so a... colored? Though both my parents are black. Well my current parents my real dad left to his home country when I was born and shortly after that my mom married the richest guy in the crowd of men begging for her attention. "I'll Rob a bank for you", "I'll take you even though you have a child?" Said various men spread left and right but all my dad had to do was Wack the back of his horse (Mrrrhhahah) the sound was enough to part the racing crowd where he then gracefully rid his horse. Slowly climbing down and kissing the back of her hand he "I hope your child is as beautiful as you" he said looking at the sleeping child rapped in raggy cloth. Soon after that my mom moved in with him and even though his parents fought, and many men banged on his door my mom and him stayed together watching civilization grow as quick as I did. That was 16 years ago and even though there were marble pathways and mini stone homes, that were built in place of the old. Satherins, the chillies and wofertins sold their land and moved out. flats where the Masokos manner once hailed strong and steady. My father refused to sell his home but instead nodded at the families leaving bidding them goodbye and a safe travel. Mom however seemed like she would have liked to leave with them she would tear up and hug the women she spent most of her life around just doing day to day activities. As each Pearson left I could see her happiness fading. Once the last of our towns people had moved out my mom finally spoke "what good be it to keep land with no life and faded familiarity" she sat down and peeled the last of our veggies. As much as the farmers loved their land, with no people to sell to; the farmers were gone. It was just us and the people building on the land they had just bought. My parents grew Dall for most of those years even started to avoid each other in the house. as they would just argue when they meet. Father went to get supplies While my mother did more house work. She'd find anything to do in the house. She even started her own farm in the garden. Mom and dad drifted so far apart it was like they had forgotten who they were. Till one afternoon while mom was looking for some herbs to spice up her stew, dad bumped into her sending her straight to the floor...
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just friends..?
Poetryso this is a sort of personal story, in witch i was hopping to capture the feeling of loving a friend and never wanting to be parted from them but little do the characters know that they aren't just friends. what they feel is deeper then that