•Ebony•
Do you know what it's like to lose your best friend?
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It was hard. Moving. Settling. Moving again. Until dad finds a job, it has to be this way. It will always be this way.
He told me that next, we would settle in Atlanta for God knows how long.
After mom died, dad quit. Not just his job, but his life. He became abusive, not anymore, but he was. Then after he was stable, one one of my brothers died, he was three. His twin didn't understand, but now he blames himself.
And here we are again, trying to find a life through this mess.
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Old pictures. Of my well put together family. My mom and I on my ninth birthday, tenth, eleventh. It ended there. Pictures of me and my entire household. My two twin three year old brothers, my mom and dad, me, and my older brother Carter. He was always locked in his room, had addictions, but now he's on sports teams, knows what he's doing. My little brother Marten is into soccer. He's six now. My dad is getting closer to stability. Then there's me. Fifteen year old Ebony Wilson, unaware of my surroundings, unattractive, and awkward Ebony Wilson. I used to be the opposite before mom died. She was my definite best friend.
But I need to get over it.
I was in yet another new bedroom now, boxes all around me, unpacking and redecorating. I've gotten good at this.
Because now it's all I know.
I miss my old life.
