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Intro

.New Jersey... ugh.. the place where I had to move in with my aunt after my older brother murdered my parents.

obviously it bothered me at first now it's another story to be told.

I miss my parents from time to time, I guess I just prefer my aunt as a parent.

my black fringe got in my face again I moved it to the side as I kept writing in my notebook. Michael graves was coming up real good on my notebook.

"Serenity!" I heard a familiar voice call out. it was my aunt Helena.

ugh finally.. I've been waiting at the airport for like two hours.

But I mean cmon, I can't judge the woman for being a music producer at Eyeball Records.

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I picked up my bag and dragged it down, "hey, sweetie, sorry I'm late" she smiled sweetly and she hugged me tightly. "oh honey, I'm so sorry" she mumbled into my shoulder. "it's fine" I shrugged then put my notebook under my arm, my aunt picked up my bag and helped me put it in her Mercedes. I got in the passengers seat and looked out the window. "I love what you did to your hair" she said lifting up my red tips.

I grinned and looked out the window again, she sighed. I guess she doesn't remember how to be a parent anymore. her little girl is already I'm college and out of state. but she's fairly young. her daughter was adopted at the age of 6 and raised her for 12 years.

she's only 30, she adopted the child at 18 years of age to prove to everyone she's mature. and boy, did he even lie to herself .

I put in my earphones and blasted some system of a down. Cigaro started playing so I changed it. I have some not so good memories with that song. Any way, I skipped it and The Pretender by Foo Fighters came up and I started singing along.

after about half an hour of driving we arrived at her house.

It was a two story home, very modern. the outside had two palm trees and a nice circle around each of them made with stones. The little brick steps to the door led from the gate and had perfect green grass trimmed along the edges.

"Let me just get the mail and I'll lead you up to your room as soon as I go inside." said my aunt with a weird sort of enthusiasm.

As I truged each of my steps, I dragged along both of my Duffel bags. As I opened the door I noticed that the house had a very nice interior that went along nicely with it's exterior. I put my bags on the side of the couch and plopped myself down. Not long after I sat down Aunt Helena came in with her mail in hands along with a few boxes.

"okay sweetie, cmon lemme show you your room!" she said again with that weird enthusiasm.

"Alrighty then, lead the way." I responded nicely.

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As we walked up the stairs, I saw two or three pictures of Leila, my adopted cousin. I never did get the chance to meet her. Aunt Helena says she's in college and should be back soon for spring break. I kinda wanna meet her.

Two doors down from the stair case was a black door.

"Welcome home!" Auntie Helena practically yelled out opening the door.