"Hey, how's it going? What was taking you so long?" Michael asked. This is Michael, he's my friend. Well, my only friend and he has the same birthday as me. Cool, right?
"Nothing, just my mom being a goofball as usual," I said as we walked out the door.
"So, where do you want to go?" Michael asked.
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know, that's why I asked you." Michael then put on his black and blue stripped helmet then tossed a pink stripped helmet that has a picture of a skull in the font of it.
"Really?"
"What? It's cute,"
I signed and put the helmet on, then hopped on the back of his motorcycle.
"How about we go to that mountain - looking thing that's on the beach?" I asked.
"Sure, let's ride." As he drove off, I put both of my arms tightly around his wast. I thought to myself, "Am I really going to stay depressed forever? I want to live my life to the fullest, but how can I do that when my sister is gone? No, I can't think like that, Sarah would've have wanted me to live my life. So, why not.
I let go of Michael's wast and life my arms wide open. The windy breeze felt so nice on my skin. I looked up at the sky, knowing that everything will be alright.
"Woahhhh," I screamed.
"Hey, don't do that or you might fall off," Michael said, trying to keep his eye on the road.
"I don't care."
"Okay. If you fall off, don't say I didn't warn you." "Well, I care," is what Michael wanted to say.
We arrived at the beach at walked our way to the mountain.
"Let's climb up." "Let's not climb up." We both said at the same time.
"What do you mean you want to climb it? I thought you like taking the safe rout," Michael said.
"Well, it's not that very fun if we just walk up the mountain," I said.
"Okay, how are you going to climb it?" Michael asked.
"With my hands and feet, of course," I said as I started climbing up.
"Okay be careful. I'll meet you at the top."
"Kay," I yelled.
Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Usually Michael would be the one to make me climb this mountain. Wonder what's keeping him from doing it. As I looked up, I noticed that I'm almost half way there.
"Oh my gosh." I yelled, struggling to get to the top.
I let go of a rock and moved my right hand to a higher rock. I grabbed hold of it, but the rock fell out, I tried to find another rock, but I couldn't.
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When I Turned 16 (Memories)
Teen FictionThis is a story about a 16 year old girl who goes through life facing her darkest fear...... her father who been very abusive to her and her mom from the very beginning.
