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"Ry, please hurry up we're gonna be late!"
I rolled my eyes at the sound of my best friend's voice. "We're not gonna be late, calm down." I yelled, peeking my head out of my bedroom door. I looked at the time and scoffed to myself. 7:15. The doors at the skating rink don't even open until 8:15.
I applied my brown lipstick and fluffed my hair once more before grabbing my jacket. California wasn't that cold in February, but at night gets kind of chilly for me. Pulling my bomber jacket off the dresser, I glanced at the graduation picture of my big brother.
Tyson.
I grabbed the picture and sat on my bed. Tyson Alexander Rivers. My big brother. My therapist. My best friend. It's been about 9 months since his death and my mom and I are still suffering from this terrible lost. His death was so sudden and unexpected; it took us awhile to actually believe it was true.
The police found his body in front of an abandon trap house down the block from a gas station. He got shot two times in the back and once in the head. The police still hasn't found the guy that killed him but claim they're still scoping out suspects. Bullshit.
Why him? Why Tyson? There were no signs of him being caught up in a crossfire which means someone MEANT to kill him.
My brother was a smart guy. As far as I was concerned, he never got caught up with gangs or drugs. He rarely had enemies. He kept his grades up and even got accepted into UCLA. Why would someone just pull the trigger on someone I loved so dearly. On someone who had so much going for himself?
I wiped a tear from my face as I continued to reminisce about my brother. I missed him so much. My mom and I still share memories of when we were little kids. He was about 2 years older than me (with me being 19, he would have been 21 this year) but we were inseparable. He was my best friend. He was my everything.
My thoughts were soon interrupt by my crazy ass best friend, once again, screaming for me to hurry up. "Remind me to never plan a date with yo ass again. You know the lines are super long on the weekends."
I chuckled at her comment and stood up putting my jacket on. Ivy's facial expression turned from annoyed to worried as she saw the last of the tears roll down my face. "Oh my God Ry, what's wrong?"
I looked in the mirror and noticed my mascara had ran slightly. Ivy looked at the picture in my hand and instantly pulled me into a hug . I rested my chin on her shoulder as I hugged her tightly.
"I miss him too." she said as she pulled away and grabbed some makeup wipes. She wiped my cheek and grabbed my makeup bag. I looked at her and smiled.
