Lets start this off by saying that my parental units were racist. I was absolutely not allowed to hang out with anyone who wasn't white, or at least look and sound white. Yes, I know how stupid that is. Sorry. That's just how it was.
My parents and my siblings were staying with my uncle, in a city called Winter Springs. There were two parts of town. The nice-ish parts, where middle and mid upper class lived, and places where drug dealers lived, and whores prowled the street. We lived right across the street from there, in the middle of line between the parts of our neighborhood.
Because we lived in the non sketchy part of the neighborhood, they let me go for a walk. Truly a rare priveledge. They told me there was a part not too far, and that was my destination.
I was only a few houses down, when a black lab puppy ran straight towards me. I of course wasn't scared, my family owned PitBulls. I stood still, so as not to threaten her. She came right up to me, and I heard,
"SWEETIE!" screamed from the mouth of a very skinny, curly headed tan girl,as she ran towards us. On instinct, I grabbed her, and held her, as her owner ran up to us. The girl looked my age, and instantly I wanted to be her friend. She looked shy, but kind.
"I'm Natalia."
I offered, and she regarded me awkwardly.
"Thanks. I'm Ayla."
It would take me weeks to remember her name, as I found out. As simple as it was, maybe my parents had knocked something loose, because I had trouble remembering most things.
"You found put a leash on her."
She laughed sheepishly.
"You're probably right. I was just being lazy. Anyways, bye!"
She ran back to her house, dog in tow.
That day was the day I met my best friend. She helped me through many dark years.
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