"How was school today Vin?" My mom asks me.
"Mom, you ask me this question everyday. I told you I have No friends, except Dylan. We don't even have any classes together anymore, really. I'm depressed, stressed, and I don't feel comfortable in the new house."
I had grown tired of mom asking me that question. She knew how I felt day after day. She felt the same way. She misses dad, and so do I.
"Well honey, bare with me. We both have our issues. I just try to be there for you. Come here."
Mom always welcomed me with open arms to embrace me. Even if we were both down, she still managed to make me feel okay.
"Honey, it'll be okay. We just need to stay strong. You have to keep living darling! You look like an empty vessel! You make me smile everyday, do me a favor and let ME make YOU smile!"
She was always so optimistic. Now me, my name is Vintage. I'm 16 years old, and I live in Los Angeles, California. I used to live in Miami, Florida, but we had to move away because of the accident with my dad. When I say accident, I mean "car" accident. Dad got hit by a simi truck coming home from work that Friday night. That Friday was his birthday. We had cake and ice cream. Mom and I broke our necks making the cake for him. We decorated the whole house, got dad the mattress he mentioned at the mall; even got him his own new family room chair. He loved to sit back and read his news paper sometimes. We found out from the police men coming to our home, telling us what happened. "Sorry for your loss" is what they'd all say. Well, it left me with an open wound, that was never closed. I haven't found a way to deal with it.
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He Found Her.
Teen FictionVintage. Female, high school student. She isn't very social in school; or even at home with her own mother at times. Depression visits her every now and then, considering the loss of her father and her move to a different place that she knows liter...
