May 24, 2013
I knew I needed someone, and I guessed that person was Anne. But, I must've been wrong. I knocked on her bedroom door today, and I asked if I could come in. I heard the unlocking of her door, and she let me in.
"What's up?" she asked with a small grin on her face.
"Do you really miss mom?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I do." she answered, but I doubted her.
"Well, I think that I'm forgetting her..." I said as I was holding back tears.
"Well, um, maybe um, maybe dad... um well.." Anne shuddered.
I knew she didn't know anything about mom, and that's how the rage burned into me.
I started wailing. "You don't remember mom, don't you! You were lying this whole time! You don't care that she's gone! All you care about is your stupid friends, and all you like to do is sneak out of the house and party!"
Anne looked at me, as if she was angry, or in shock that I yelled so loud. I was crying. Then she started crying. We cried together.
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Never Alone (ON HOLD)
Short StoryAfter a girl named Lola, goes through a life changing experience, she longs for solitude, and vowed never to speak to anyone again. But one friend, who cared so much, changed that, and made sure, that Lola would never feel alone. A C...
