Breaking for a Way

I miss you.

Before the book actually begins, I want to give credit to @Sunlow11 for  creating and designing the AMAZING book cover. Go check out her art book! She is SUCH a great artist!!

With that being said, let the book begin              B)

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The trees danced in the pouring rain. I sat there, on my window seal, staring out. I wish I could be out there. Be free. But instead, I sit there with my journal in front of me, not knowing what to write about. I wonder what it would be like. But I remember my mother's last words. "Be kind, Ally, be brave." I miss her so much.

 I try not to get sidetracked. I close my open journal, throw it under my bed, and run downstairs, I'm starving. "Dad, what's for dinner?" I ask. 

"Green beans. I'll go turn on the oven in a minute."

   "Oh," I say. 

"Is something wrong?"

 "No, just, I was expecting something a little better for my last night before school starts."  

 "I-I can make pizza, if you want," 

  "No, Dad, it's fine, green beans are great!" I murmur, walking up the stairs to my room. I stop by my brother's empty room on the way to my room. "I miss you, Alex, please come back, and visit us sometime," I whisper. I feel guilty. He left as soon as he graduated. I remember the times we went to those NBA games cheering for the opposite teams. He'd grab me and twirl me around, and I'd end up balling with laughter. I miss him. I really do. He probably just misses Mom. I sneak back downstairs and grab my dad's phone. He's cooking. I dial the number 789 690 543, to call my brother. It rings. He doesn't pick up. I sigh. I knew deep down that he wouldn't answer. But I still dial it. He doesn't answer. "Dad, is the food done?" I ask. 

"Yup, come down whenever you want. It's just us today."

"When is it not just us?" I murmur.

"So, honey, are you excited for school tomorrow?" He says while slurping on a green bean. 

"Meh, I see school as unnecessary." 

"Maybe you can make some friends," he says. "It'll be good for you."

"I don't want friends, I'm better off alone," I say, pushing my dining chair back in. And making my way over to the sink.

"You didn't eat much, honey," I can tell he feels bad for me. But I ignore it.

"Goodnight, Dad."

"Night, love you, Ally,"

"Bye," I say, making my way up the stairs. I ignore my brother's room this time. I don't want to have to cry myself to sleep. Not again. I miss my mom. I miss singing "Hey Jude" at the top of our lungs until we both just lose our voices, and our throats would just get raspy and sore. I miss her so much. I wish I could just tell her that I loved her one last time before she... I shut my eyes closed, trying my hardest to sleep. I can feel my dad standing at my door. But I don't care. I try my hardest to fall asleep. I need energy for school anyways.