"What can you tell me Gabrielle?" The short skinny lady pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose up. She did a terrible job trying to hide her wrinkles.
"What CAN I tell you?" I snapped.
"How about from the beginning?"
"Oh right because that's how every story starts." I scoffed.
"Is that how you see it? A story?" She scribbles down on her faded notepad.
"Stories are not real, not anymore. Like the books you read at storytime when we were small children. This is reality. And some people need a wake up call. They think this is some story it's not. Its a nightmare that never ends."
"A nightmare? Interesting. You know what else is interesting? Your past lets hear it." I sit up from the chair my arms crossed.
"You people think you can get my life on paper?" The lady sits back trying to shield her body with the notepad.
"Its required. I'm just doing my job besides when we make it out alive don't you want people to know." I cut her off by grabbing her notepad out of her hands.
"My life's no story. Nicky's life is no story, Travis, Madison, Alicia, and Chris. Their life is not a story. We all are going to die and there is nothing to stop it. So you can take your notepad and shove it right up your ass." I throw the notepad at the ground marching out of the little cold room.
My life is no story. My life is no story. My life is no story. How many times do I have to tell myself this, for it not to be a lie?
My name is Gabrielle Toretto, Bree for short. I am 18 years old. My boyfriend's name is Nick Clark. My mother and father died when I was 5. My sister Aneta Toretto took me in and now she dead. The only people I have left is Nicky's broken family. My broken family.
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Picture above is Bree. I hope you enjoy.
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