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The Beginning

Not edited so sorry if there is misspelling or grammar errors.

All I remember is fire. Fire and their screams. I can still hear them screaming and begging for it to stop, but never getting release. Then all I see is Darkness.

It all started about a year ago on my 16th birthday. I was happy then, full of life, joy and amusement. But sometimes happiness doesn't last and instead there's just disappointment left over.

I woke up for my birthday on a nice sunny day like any other when you live in Florida. I got out of my bed and starting my morning activity, unaware of what later on will happen.

I opened up the curtains and then I walked over to my bathroom slowly stripping out of my PJs and went to take a nice long hot shower. I always say the only thing better than waking up on a sunny day is a nice hot shower.

As I scrubbed away last night's activities I couldn't help but wonder what my day would hold. Where would I go for my birthday, would I hang out with my friends, or would I just stay with the family.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a big fluffy towel then I headed straight towards my closet for some clothes.

I pulled out a blue strapless sundress and my favorite pair of ankle high heel boots. I threw my clothes on and heading towards my vanity mirror. I sat down and started brushing my long dark brown hair into a fishnet braid and got to work on my makeup. I put on some concealer and some pink blush, then I put on some mascara and added some pink eyeshadow. I put a little bit of pink lip gloss my pouty lips and looked at myself in the mirror.

I may not be a model or look like Angelina Jolie but right now, I thought I looked beautiful. The strapless blue sundress hanging on my curves in all the right places and ended at my knees. My legs looked good, and for only being a whopping size of 5'4 in height I looked tall. My boots were tied tight and look good with the dress, and my hair looked shiny and soft ending at my shoulder blades, even when braided.

And my makeup was done perfectly not too much but not too little.
I walked back into my bathroom and started brushing my teeth. Then I heard my mom yell for me, "dawn get you butt down here and eat some breakfast so we can start your birthday." I laughed a little and nearly choked on my toothbrush. I spit out the toothpaste and washed my mouth out, " ok ma I'm coming, don't have a Rack Attack" I yell sarcastically rolling my eyes as I walked out of my bathroom and started down the stairs. As I reached the final step I saw my Ma laughing at my dads face, if there's one thing my dad cannot stand its my unique charm when it comes to insults or comebacks. Ma still laughing looks at me and uses her spatula to point at an empty chair "sit. eat." she says looking at me with one of her pointed glares then turns back to the stove and finish cooking food for my family.

I went to the seat she pointed to and sat down then I took notice at my surroundings. At the head of the breakfast table as always was my father. A tall 6'4 man with short blonde hair, today instead of wearing a suit like he always did he was wearing normal clothing. A pair of jeans some tennis shoes and a nice shirt. He sat in his chair reading the morning newspaper and drinking some coffee. Next to him and a cross from me where my two older siblings the twins, they're identical in every way except for three things hair eyes and gender.

The oldest twin my brother had red hair like our ma and brown eyes like our dad. He wore a pair of jeans, a white tee and a flannel t-shirt. Next to him was my older sister, she had blonde hair like our dad but blue eyes like our ma. She wore a pair of shorts a crop top and some sandals and she had her hair up in a ponytail. Our ma was still standing by the stove she had a pair of jeans on with ballerina flats and a tank top her hair was up in a messy bun. Ma is from Ireland and had the natural red hair. She was a curvy woman and very short yet she was still taller than me. You wouldn't really think she was from Ireland except for when her accent would come out when she would yell at you and you do not want her to yell at you. Me and my sister were like our ma, curvy in all the right places. My sister had curly hair like our ma yet I had straight hair, and my brother had short hair like our dad, and was just as tall as him. Yes my whole family was beautiful and unique and tall like models.