"Rachel! Come down! School's starting! Don't wanna be late for your frist day don't you?" Mother shouted from downstairs. I rushed getting ready. I do the same morning routine like any other days. As I was walking out the door, I glanced at the picture of Lucas and I, that was on my very messy bed.
The only picture I brought with me. That's the only memory I managed to grab as I bring it everywhere with me in my purse. It was the picture of me and him on Christmas. He was hugging me from behind while I laughed. Both of us with our lips smiling wide. That took the picture of us with one of his polaroids.
I made my way to the bed and grabbed the photo. I took a seat on the bed and stare at the picture in my hand as a tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek, down on the picture. Imiss him. No doubt I do.
But, I don't want to go back, knowing dad's gone. I at she told me walked to my window as I draw the curtain opened. Looking out the window, up to sky, I do the thing I was fond of doing whenever I miss them. Talk to dad. Well, mother told me that ifa person dies, they will be up there, smiling down on us. Well, that's when my puppy, Daisy, died of being hit by a car.
"Dad, they're gone. Without atrace. If only we could live together again, as a family, dad. Please dad, bring me back to Lucas and mommy. I do have loving parents dad. But they're not my childhood parents. They are not there when mom almost burnt down the kitchen only to cook pastaa, they are not there when Lucas got bit by a snake, they are not there when I'm sitting in the dark corner, scared of those little army toys you got Lucas."
"Gone." The prick whispered inches from my face. His stinky breath fanning on my face."Gone. Just like smoke that the fire produced. They fly up high and gone! Just like papers you burn, gone! Just like the cute tiny little bubbles you blow, clap and gone! JUST LIKE YOUR FAMILY! GONE!" He shouted filled with anger and humiliation written all over his face.
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Reasons to Fall
Teen FictionIt's unfair isn't it? But who am I to feel like I have a say in it? Nobody.Nope. Yet, I'm that foolish guy who dreamt of having a perfect girl in my arms. But, those thoughts lead me nowhere but heartbreak.
