Don't Forget Us ✮ Bill Kaulitz

𝔐𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 - 1

Today was moving day. I was absolutely torn apart by the fact that we had to move to Germany.

I had to say goodbye to all my friends in America. And I didn't even know much German anyway!!??? Just enough to keep a conversation going. But that's beside the point. I don't want to leave.

Good thing Amy, my best friend since I was BORN was going with us. I'm honestly not sure why, but supposedly her family was also moving to Germany around the time we are.

"Ugh, I'll see you soon!" Amy said, hugging me very tight.

"Yeah, I can't wait! Hopefully the week goes by quickly. You guys already rented a house in our neighborhood, right?" I replied, pushing away slightly.

"Well duhh! I think we're literal neighbors too!" She said, completely ecstatic about this whole thing.

"Are you seriously excited about this? I'm literally so fucking scared!" I said, while shaking her shoulders.

"Well unlike you, I'm actually German. But don't worry, I'll teach you." She winked, before skipping her way out my room.

That's right. Fucking Amy was German. Way easier for her at least.

Well anyway, yesterday was my Quinceañera so I guess I'm not as upset. I can't imagine living without experiencing one!

"RAVEN!!!!!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

I ran my way down the steps, almost tripping as I reached the kitchen.

" We have to go, go say bye to the Fischer's, the moving van already left meaning your dad is in a hurry." My mom said, (In Spanish) before I ran out the door, and hugged Amy tightly.

There wasn't one day when we weren't with each other. Quite literally.

Ever since we were born, well, ever since I can remember it was always us. The perfect duo..

Flashback - age 7 --------

"Hey, can I play with you guys?" I asked a group of girls in the playground.

"What?" The girl in the middle asked, with a.. bossy tone.

Right. Not everyone speaks Spanish. It's really ironic that I was born in America but my first language was Spanish.

"Can I play with you guys?" I repeated myself. Still feeling a little shy.. I've never had much friends.. just, Amy. But today she was absent.

"Ummm..." The girl on the right muttered.

Suddenly they were whispering and snickering with each other, looking.. at me.

Did I do something?

Is it because I look different?

My skin was tan, I had black hair with brown eyes.

But when I looked at them... I see many differences.

Their skin was pale. Blonde hair.. some ginger.

Their eyes were.. pretty. Baby blue and sage green.

My mom always told me differences don't matter but I think they do, at least to these girls.

"Sorry, no." The middle girl said, giggling.

"You know, my mommy said your  people are dumb, and I don't want to play with dumb, ugly girls like you." The girl on the left said.

I see now.

End of flashback ---- I hope I made you cry

Tears streamed down my face.

"I don't want to be apart from you. I'm scared.." I whispered into Amy's ear.

I was usually, the more mature one. Nothing would get passed me. That day, was my proof.

The continuation of that flashback ----

"You know, my mommy said your  people are dumb, and I don't want to play with dumb, ugly girls like you." The girl on the left said.

"What?.."

I felt my little heart shatter. I didn't do anything.

"Yeah, beaner." The middle girl spat.

They were really little compared to me. I was always tall, I don't look my age at all.

I punched the girl in the middle, hard.

My mom always said never to let yourself be disrespected, or beat around.

These girls deserved it.

The girl began to cry her tiny little eyes out. Do I feel bad? Yes. Of course I do. But I knew I shouldn't.

Suddenly, a staff member ran my way and grabbed me. Harder than I even hit the girl.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!!?" He yelled in my face. Spit flying everywhere, and his breath smelled like sardines.

Really gross.

"She-" I stuttered. I was a really shy girl. Very quiet. I'm surprised I could even attempt to talk to those girls today.

Maybe it's because Amy wasn't with me.

Maybe that's why I felt bad when I punched the little redhead. That's why I hesitated.

Did I care whether I would get in trouble? No. I was more worried about what my teacher's would think, her parents, my parents,

Shit, even what she would think.

That day. I got expelled from my elementary school.

Now, if I was one of those girls I would get detention, maybe just lectured by the principal.

But I was different. Different from everyone there.

I was Mexican.

End of flashback ------ I made myself cry a little

"Don't worry, I'll call you every day. It'll be as if you never left. I promise." Amy responded, her voice cracking a little.

I know it hurt her too.

-872 words
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TOO SAD?
(The rest of the chapters will be longer I promise)