Even though you love them, you have to learn to let go.
My name is Rachel, and this is my story, on how I let go of the two I loved the most.
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Ben, Mia, and Rachel.
That's the three of us. The Threesomes, Three Musketeers, Three Blind Mice, ect.
We were best friends since Kindergarten.
I was on the swings when I saw Mia fall off hers, and Ben took her swing. Being the girl who hates bullying, I ran up to Ben, pushed him off, and helped Mia back on the swing that was normally hers.
I jumped to conclusions. Mia was getting off, when she tripped over her shoes, and fell. Ben, was getting on the swings, didn't even bother to help her up. Since then, we've been the threesomes.
Just a little problem,
I fell for Ben.
Ben for me, was a smart, cute, awesome guy. With a cool personality, smart guy, and easy to get along with. He's someone you can always talk to, no matter what the problem is. That's what I love about him. He has ashy blond hair with sea green eyes. A swimmer, a snowboarder, and a friend.
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Mia was almost my twin, except she wore glasses and I didn't. She had short hair, and I had hair that reached the middle of my chest, but it was always tied up. We were the same height, age, and shared the same birthdays. Ben too.
"Hey Bennn~ Rayyy~." Mia said as she stretched her arms over our necks.
"Hey Mi." Ben and I said together, then bursting out into laughter when we looked at each other. The teachers in the hallway shushed us, and after they left, we laughed even louder.
Ben, Mia, and Rachel Forever.
2
My parents are like an arguing machine. They argue anytime, anywhere, about anything. One time when I was 5, they were going to get a divorce, but stopped. Their fights about things became more severe. My parents won't even sleep in the same room some nights.
"Don't worry honey," My mom told me when i was 7. "We're not gonna get a divorce. Never ever. Believe me. We just have our disagreements."
My mom still says that time to time.
One of those times was today. When I headed downstairs for breakfast, I heard my dad shout at my mom then shut the door hard, which caused our flower wreath to fall down. My mom leaned against the counter and rubbed her temples.
My mom was beautiful. She had long blond hair and blue eyes. She was a model for Vogue before I was in elementary school, now she works as a daycare mother.
She saw me stare at her, then she picked up some cereal and began to pour it into a bowl.
"You know dear.." My mother began as she poured it. "You father is a busy man. Shouldn't argue with me. We're just having those fights. But.."
"But you guys aren't gonna get a divorce." I finished for her. "I know mom." She just nodded and handed me the dry cereal and went upstairs and shut the door. I searched the fridge to look for the milk. None.
Since I turned 13, my parents have been forgetting to get groceries. I wrote down milk on the list of things I need to buy.
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"Yo Ray." Ben called as I entered the school building. We high-fived each other, and Mia came soon with her finger in her mouth.
"Hey Miaaa.." I said hugging her pulling her finger from her mouth. "Don't do that, it's disgusting." She opened her mouth to protest, but didn't say anything. Instead she smiled and hugged back.
