Blonde Hair Boy

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Tate P.O.V

I saw a boy with pure blonde hair, almost white. Deep brown eyes and a sharp jawline. I moved my attention from the boy to a picture next to him. The picture was of his family. His mother and father both stood next to each other smiling. His father had his arm around his beautiful wife.

The woman was beautiful, she had long curly brown hair that just barely touched her elbows. Her eyes where a deep brown almost black. Her smile was kind. She looked like some one you could tell all your deepest secrets to and she wouldn't look at you any different.

The man was not to much taller than the woman. He had brown hair also. His eyes a more Carmel brown. His smile was also kind. He had the means of a hardworking man who loved and lived for his family.

In front of the man and wife was their four sons. Their was the twins about 6 years of age. They had the most devilish grins on their faces. Up to no good those boys. Their was a another boy about 10 who was making a face at me. A prankster I presumed.

Then their was the oldest, the boy that always starred back at me when I looked into the mirror. He was always the odd ball out. He fit into his family but he didn't look anything like the rest of his family. His brothers all looked like his parents and each other but he only looked like one of his family member.

He always had a deep connection with his mother. He felt like he could tell her anything no matter what it was she would always care about him.

A door opened behind me making me jump. I turned around to see my mother bringing in a basket of folded Landry. She was smiling. She placed the basket on the floor and stood behind me looking at me through the mirror.

"You are growing up so fast aren't you! It seams just like yesterday I was waving you goodbye when you went on that train to Hogwarts."  Her smile faded a little when she looked into my eyes. I turned around and hugged her.

This woman was my most favorite person in the world she always understood me.

"Mom, I love you." I whisper into her ear. She squeezed a little tighter and said I love you back.

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The whistle of the train muffed what my mother was saying to me.

"Don't forget to write and take it easy this time while playing quitiche, love. We don't need anymore Broken bones." Her words where stern but sweet.

She could make the hardest thing to hear so much easier with her soft words and sweet touch. She was a woman of Humble beginnings. Her life was not always happy and sweet as it may have seemed. She lived a life of choices, choices that would soon lead to me.

Evangeline's P.O.V

The breeze gave me chills. I got up from my bed to the wooden chest at the foot of my bed. Only one other blanket in the house was in that chest. The one my mother had given me before I left home.This was one of my only belongings I had to remember my family.

I tear fell from my cheek and onto the blanket. This quilt had seen many nights of sadness and years of tears.

Bam!

I jumped back and dropped my blanket. Something had hit the window.Their was a scratching sound left from the clatter, then complete silence. Every single emotion was running through my mind. Fear, curiosity, skeptic , and a little bit of joy. Nothing exciting had happened to me it what seemed like years.

I slowly made my way to the window. With each step my curiosity was growing. I was so scared and yet so excited to see what was I the other side of that window. What had hit my window? And why did it come to me?

I placed my had on the wooden frame and slowly pressed on it to open the window. Every second was making me restless. I pushed the shutter open as fact as I could and stuck my head out the window. Their was nothing. My dream had shriveled to nothing.

All I ever wanted was to experience something interesting something new but the only thing that was ever interesting in my life was when I was taken from my abuse family and taken in by a nice but protective woman named Silvia.

She had given me everything I've ever wanted but freedom was not mine to have.

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