Loneliness

However Did It Begin

My Story you could say started when "they" left or when my house burned to the ground in a dramatic showing but to tell you the truth I believe it started in fourth grade.
_____________________________Past_____________________________
I woke with a start once I heard my alarm go off and smiled .It was my first day of fourth grade and to me it meant I'd go to middle school soon so shoving that thought aside I went to get my schools uniform. It was a whit shirt with are school logo and a simple black skirt. There was also a pretty yellow blazer and a black tie. Yeah a bit much in my opinion but hey it wasn't up to me. As I walked down the stairs away from my room I heard my parents arguing in the kitchen so I set off to school without breakfast.

As I neared the entrance I saw my best friend Lacey Quinn at the gate waiting for me at the gate talking to some of the sixth graders. Now let me explain my school goes all the way up to ninth grade .Lacey had pretty blonde locks and warm brown eyes. As I neared her the sixth grader walked away and me and her started talking on our way to our classes and once at hers I set off once again.

As I walked into class my teacher pointed to wear I sat and I sadly realized that I would have to sit in the front. I mean I get it assigned seats but come on I know my name is Kimberly Ambers but this sucks I thought with a sigh. As I sat and everyone got settled we started introductions. I got lost In space as introductions drowned on and once we went to special and to lunch I sighed happily when I realized it was time to go home then frowned when I remembered that mom and dad had been fighting and slowly trudged on home with a sigh.

______________________Back to the future_____________________

You know I would have never guessed teen that Lacey would ever be who she turned out to be nowadays.I remember so clearly how she used to tell me about how I was so amazing and those kind eyes.If only I were to know that those eyes were showing false kindness and how they were always always judging me. But no I only saw the kindness until later years were to come.

I remember one day when we were six and she seven I believe and I ran to her crying because she was a year older and I thought she could make anything good.

"Kimmy are you okay . What's wrong."
"M-my *sniff * leg"
I remember clear as a beautiful clear day when she looked shocked for a moment before getting out a kit and cleaning the scrape while telling me about how fairies were going to come to my room today and wish me well. She had told me later on how she would never forget how my eyes had sparkled and shone with pure bliss.

I had always thought of her as a big sister I never had because I had brothers not sisters .I sometimes wonder what ever happens between me and my brothers but I might never know but I can guess.

You know how when you were younger and your mom or dad or family are all going Christmas shopping and they talked you to see Santa .I always loved to do that and tell Santa what I wanted. My only wish to him would be to go back to the time when I still believed in Santa and the Tooth Fairy or even the Easter for crying out loud just so I could have the innocence and the thought of being oblivious to what is going on around me.

Oh the good old days I sure miss those. If only I believed in Santa right people. Even if that thought were to come true I wouldn't be the person who I am today and I wouldn't have learned from all the mistakes I've made in the past so I'm alright.

Now you might be wondering why I mentioned brothers earlier so to inform you I have four brothers all older expert for one. The oldest is Bryan Quinn at twenty years old. The next two are the twins at nineteen years old. They are Neil Quinn and Roman Quinn. I am the second youngest at eighteen years of age. The youngest however and my favorite is four. The little guy is Hunter Oleaner. He has a different father than the rest of us, but that doesn't matter right.

All the older boys have black hair and brown eyes that they get from our father. While me being the black sheep have bright red hair and baby blue eyes that I get from my mother's side of the family .My little sugar booger Hunter is adorable with cute brown eyes and platinum blonde hair.

My relationships with any of my family other than Hunter are horrible all jokes aside .My mother hates me because she thinks that I started the fire that burned down our home and killed my father. I think she's delusional. My brothers on the other hand our just down right cold and rude when it comes to me for reasons best left alone.

I loved my father so much that it hurts and I still do no matter how much my mother makes me want to hate him.
I was a daddy's girl and for reasons beyond me she blames me for what reason I will never know.Our relationship has gotten to the point were she isn't even my mother anymore and I refuse to call her that unless she at least tries to rekindle our relationship.

*Knock knock*
It's as if the devil has spies.

"Hello Catherine"
"Kimberly"she said curtly
"Its time for dinner"she said and left

See this is almost the only time we talk so if she won't try I won't either. If she hadn't left so rudely or so fast I would have told her I already ate, but I guess not. As I look at the time it read eight-forty five . Guess since I have school bright and early. I might as well take a shower and go straight to bed since I have nothing else to do since my homework is done and I don't even bother with social media.

As I made my way to the bathroom I found it occupied ,so I waited and waited. Until finally the magical door opened only to reveal my brother. He looked as if he were going to say sorry for taking so long but I guess once he saw me he changed his mind giving me a cold look before walking off. Rude right well whatever I thought as I entered the bathroom showered and headed straight for my room.

As I was about to climb into to bed I noticed a lump in the middle so poking it I heard a giggle a chuckled a bit when I saw it was Hunter looking about ready to drop from tiredness. He gave me a look I knew all to well and allowed him to cuddle into my arms as he fell asleep and I just started at the clear sky that held the moon who looked over its domain and at the many stars that littered the sky as I went to bed looking at this beautiful sight.

______________________________________________________________This is my first story so if it isn't much or all that great remind yourself I am just beginning .I hope you enjoy my story and if you could give me tips I'd gladly accept them.
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