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SS: I Miss Us

Aye, my little angels and demons. School for me starts in less than 15 hours *takes a deep shaky breath* And there will be some pros and cons with that.
My writing time might shorten a bit, and less chapters will come, but I promise you that I won't stop writing. Writing, reading, Wattpad, is like second blood to me. :)
Thanks for reading. Shavotment! Vommenare! Commareote!
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Based off a true story

I walk slowly down the small hill, the cold January breeze wrapping it's arms around me.

I take a small left, looking inside the basketball as memories overflowed me.
I frown slightly, remembering how the neighbors and I always hung out. We would laugh endlessly, always hang out, doesn't matter the time.

Now we don't even look at each other.

I carefully walk inside, across the cement ground that was imprisoned by old blackberry vines and leaves. I sighed, knowing I had to take those out once more.

I remember when I first discovered this place, it was covered in thousands of vines that had grown in the cracks inside the cement, inside the fence, and on the grounds.
My sister and I put everything we had to fix it up.

A year later, it was fixed.

I blinked several times, silently walking across the leaves and ground. As I approached the fence in the far end, sounds startled me.

"Come on, get in the car!" A voice called. It was their mother.

"I'm coming!" Tatum, the older child, called. I frowned from the sound of her voice.

"Hi Tatum, hi Ezmae." I whispered into the silence.

"I call shotgun!" Ezmae, the younger one, called.

I cracked a smile from her mother's response. "You both go in the back!"

"Awe!" Ezmae called out, much to Tatum's relief. Tatum laughed. 

"Wait! I forgot something!"

"Hurry up!" Her mother yelled.

I looked through the bushes and I could see a small light, the headlight of the car. A silhouette came and went, and I knew it was Tatum rushing inside.

I pause in the cold weather, allowing the wind to slip it's fingers through my hair. I take a step forward to the fence, reaching my hand to the handle.

I pull back slightly, frightened that they might catch me. Frowning, I decided to open it. It's 2017, it's time for a more rules to break. Kidding.
Maybe.

As the tip of my fingers collide with the metal, cold handle, I jerk back from the sound of a door shutting.

"I'm done! Go back in the house, Rooney!" Tatum yelled. I remember Rooney-he's one of three of her dogs.

I hear a car door open, and seconds later close, and I look through the leaves, searching for the car lights.

I hear the familiar sound of tires crushing rocks, and the car driving away.

I look up, and open my mouth, inhaling some of the cold air.

"Bye Ezmae, bye Tatum."
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Sigh. Ezmae and Tatum are real people, they have been my neighbors for...1 year? Around that time.
Tatum is pronounced: Tay-Tumm.
Ezmae is pronounced: Ez-may-e. The e on the end is silent.
Er...yeah, we don't hang out anymore. They blamed us for something and ever since, their parents commanded that we didn't hang out with them. There are times where I just wanted to beg for their friendship.
I remember we would always schedule a time to hang out, and when the time came, before going to our place, we would howl a wolfy howl. If they howled back, we came. If not, we checked every five minutes. Sigh.
There are times where I hear their giggles and I want to howl but I cant.
Sorry, Im not trying to make this sound like a sob story. My apologies.
School starts in...about 10 hours. I'm so fucking scared, it's stupid.
When I think of it, my vision gets blurry and with every heartbeat, this throbbing echoes in my head. It goes away after a minute or so of deep breaths :) :\
Thanks for reading!
How's your new year? Any goals? Comment down below!
My goals are so stupid. Some are well, like pass 8th grade, get into high school, concentrate on school.
Others are stupid like, egg a car, prank someone, κισσ σομεονε.
Excuse the language change XD
Be safe my little angels and demons!
Thanks for reading, sorry for thr long author note.
~Otero S.
~B.L