I remember when I was a little girl that my sister and I used to be really close. We used to do everything together; even hang out with the same friends, but all that changed when our dad died. The cancer stopped his heart. My sister and I were so torn. I know I was. We both were daddy's little girl, it hurt so much. I couldn't take the pain. It felt as if someone has opened up my chest and ripped out my heart and stomped on it 'til there was nothing else left. Mom was broken also, she tried not to cry, but every time she tried not to, her cries just came out to very loud sobs. It wasn't the same at home anymore. It was so quiet. Our father used to joke a lot and made us laugh. It was even quiet on the dinner table. My sister hardly would eat, even my mom.
After a while things kind of went back to normal. The reason why I said kind of was because, My sister and I weren't the same anymore. We stopped talking like the way we used to and she even changed. She became a rebellion and she even hung around with a complete different crowd; the populars. I on the other hand changed too, but for the better, I guess. I tried to stay as positive about life as I can, tried to be happy, and enjoy my life. I guess I can say that I'm doing pretty good if people always ask me 'why do you always smile?' or 'how are you always happy?' but people don't know that I'm not happy, that it's just all an act.
It kind of helps sometimes to stay positive when my best friend comes to my house for a while to talk or hang out, but she usually ends up talking about the hot guys and who's she's been seeing or talking to. She's been through a lot of heartbreak with guys that she was with before, but then she'd get over them pretty quickly, like in a week or so. Then, she'd go home and I'd be home alone until my sister came from hanging out with her friends and her boyfriend. Also, my mom works and she'd be coming late later at night.
My sister and I are twins. To be exact, we are Identical, but she changed her appearance so you can tell which is which. Her name is Keyla Williams, and I, Layla Williams. She cut her hair shoulder length and dyed it blond while I have my hair past my shoulder to the middle of my back and my hair color is naturally brown. We both have blue eyes, but she wears contacts to hide them to a natural dark brown.
Were both different, and I feel like we'll never be the same again. I miss her.
I remember I had a crush on my old best friend his name is Noah White. He said he had a crush on me too, but it got a little awkward after that revelation, but we're still friends. I haven't had a crush on a while besides fictional characters.
But all that changed when I met Him at the park walking my dog.
