The Steps

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"Amelia we have to go, or else u will get hurt!"-Maya

I began to become very emotional, and  

"We have to leave him."-Naomi

"NO I cant leave!"- Me

I  hit the ground sobbing into his arms. He was my childhood friend. I could not bare to leave him behind!

" I love You!"-Me

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          I woke up screaming, soon realizing it was just a dream.. I went by the window and was sitting on my chair looking out.(in the picture above) So i could finish reading my book .I heard foot steps coming up the stairs to go to my room, I got up rushing to my door! I pushed on the door with all might.. To not let the person come into my room.

"Amelia let me in, NOW!- Alice(Mom)

I open the door feeling guilty. I kept saying sorry to my mother i really thought it was someone trying to break in to hurt me.

"I am sorry Mom. I just had a bad dream.."-Me

"Its ok honey, breakfast is ready your dad made blueberry pancakes, your favorite!"

         My dads blueberry pancakes are amazing. I changed out of my sleepwear quickly and put on a t-shirt that was red with black diamonds in a shape of a heart. It was a bit see through and it  complimented my rolled up holy jeans.  

          While I was walking down the stairs I got a call from my friend who is named Maya.. I denied because my mother was right beside me, and gave me a harsh look. The look that she gave me told me if I answered my phone I was going to get yelled at. When I went down stairs i got me a plate and got two perfect looking blueberry pancakes, that were a little burnt and some orange juice. Then I sat down just when i was picking up my fork I got another call from Maya!

"Amelia if u answer that phone your going to go to your room for the rest of the week!"

I had plans to go play pool with my boyfriend,  Josh. I denied the call. I just finished eating my pancakes. 

           When i got up to wash my dish. My dad puled me to the side and told me we needed to talk so i washed my dish then we went to his study room. (which was just a spare off of the living room) He closed the door right behind him. My mind started to wander, why did my dad want to talk? Did i do anything wrong? Finally my dad told me he was proud of me making it through middle school with all A's and starting my first year of high school with all A's. After we were done talking I headed up to my room, which was a little ways from the living room.

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