New York New York

Mackenzie .. 4

Before you read, i have a couple things to say[:

1.) I realize some people aren't from the united states, and if you dot know what 9/11 is, or what happened, it was an attack on America, and thousands of people were killed, and a few of our major, important buildings were destroyed. (terrorist attack).

This was in 2001, and this year wad the ten year anniversary, and it was a very big deal, so me and my friend (EMMA MACKENZIE BIEBER!) thought we wanted to know how some peoples lives could have been, leading up to this. So we decided I'd write about it. These aren't real people, so it's not a true story, but who knows, someone coul have had it like this.

Please keep reading(: Id love some feedback!

The story will get better! The first few chapters are never real great(;

Another thing, if anyone wants to make a cover for me, I would lve that(: just email me! Anastasiap1013@yahoo.com , and show me a picture you want the cover to be... If I like it, I'll make it the cover, and dedicate some chapters to you[;

thanks! I'll shut up now(;

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    "Blake!" The boy turned and ran through the front door, "Blake, come back!" Liz yelled, chasing after him.

    Nobody looked at them, they all stared down at their plates.

    "It's alright you guys, just go ahead and eat," Jonah whispered, standing up and following them out.

    Everyone dove into their meal, blowing off what had happened. I had to admit, I was pretty surprised that all of them were still so quiet and behaved with both parents gone.

    They weren't a 'not talking' quiet, but a 'talking quietly, being polite to each other' kind of quiet. After a few minutes, they all started staring at me.

    With all eyes on me, I felt unwanted, so I just stared down. I felt like I was an intruder; uninvited. Then someone spoke to me. She looked short, she was blond, and had a beautiful smile.

    "Hi Mackenzie, I'm Jess, I'm fourteen," she smiled sweetly. After she said that, everyone else started introducing themselves.

    There was Jamie, and she was twelve, with long dark hair and tanned skin. Ally was seven, and looked a lot like Jamie. Ryan was ten, and pale, with shaggy light brown hair, and glasses. Bradley was sixteen, with short light hair, braces. I remembered there had been a sixth person in the room earlier, and when I asked about it, Jess told me it was Bradley's girlfriend.

     "And that was Blake, who ran out," she added. "He's seventeen, and you can just ignore how he acts."

     "You guys all seem to get along really well," I smiled, trying to make small talk with them. I wanted them to accept me, as their family. "I have step-siblings, and we don't get along much...."

     That wasn't the complete truth, I never actually talked to them much, so I wouldn't really say we didn't get along. I tried to stay in my room while they were home, I tried to stay away from everyone. The truth was, it was their dad I didn't get along with. Thinking about back home, just thinking about it, made my arms and legs hurt. I looked down at my uncovered arms, and in this shirt, you could see bright and clear the purple and blue bruises. Some spots were yellowing, which only made my skin look gross. I tried to hide my arms under the table.

     "Well, we're all adopted," Bradley jumped in, "we've all come from foster homes and other horrible places, so maybe it's because we all understand each other."