Y/N L/N is the newest part of mystreet. After an hour of talking with a ravened hair girl named Aphmau, she meets Garroth. She feels sparks as she looks at him. Hope is bloomed when they both stutter at each other. A sigh or a personality trait?
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Things to remember Y/n= your name L/n= last name F/c= favourite colour B/n= brothers name S/t= something (random) A/n This is going to be a quick chapter. A flashback to the plane crash of ya mom. Yay. ——————————— :::Ya ma's POV::: The quiet whir of the plan silent in the back round as I video chatted my daughter on my plan to back home. The business trip was hard, and my co-worker, Mr. Ro'meave, was so distracted to work he was no mortal support.
"Oh! You like a boy, my sweet little girl." I giggled, the screen showing my daughter bursting in flames. "Zane is quite a good little chicken nugget."
"M-mom.. I d-don't like him or anything , l-little Baka." She bursted, biting her cheek.
My green shirt and blue Cardigan went to my knees, with my black jean and dark sky blue ankle boots.
Suddenly, the plane whirled. Screams heard and we were about to crash to the sea. The wind darted, taking my breath. Struggling to breath, I said one word to my daughter before my soon to be death.
Her screams like a broken record, from her worry for me.
"My daughter of my life,my care of sweets. I will die, may your life be keep." I gasped as my lungs finally won and i went unconscious, death now at my shoulders. —————————— ::::3rd person::: Tears stained the boy and girls cheeks, showingthat the death of their mother was known from news shows and phone calls. Now arranged to go to their grandmothers. Now moving away, their mom followed them, aways smiling as she was only here in spirt.
Her little 7 year old girl and 10 year old boy will make it. She knows it. /————-/ :: 16 year old you POV:: My hand went across the paper, forming a poem for my life. A grief hanging to me like sap. :::::::::::::: (( btw I made this poem. Ignore the "Emily" signature))
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F o r e v e r h o l d m y p e a c e. Hair dyed dusk purple tumbles down your cheek, a wig anyway.Body thin, cheeks hollow from cancer. Breathes are shallow as water in the park. Your daughter and you apart. When I held you as a child I knew you would make me proud. I love you darling. Why go so soon? 24 age to early to bid farewell. You have a daughter and a mom. Hoping you win the fight of death. The machine that says your life, starts to beep, and holds you tight . You smile at me, in hope.You tell me to take care of becca. I will, as your eyes go from smiles to dill pearls. Bright future, almost blinding. Lost to a virus of almost no hope. Your death, your pleas. Your smile, your family, gone with no trail. All I say is. F o r e v e r h o l d m y p e a c e. ......
I will love you forever, mom. Now I can learn to always hold you like you did with me. ————— Boom done! Like my poem I made? Yeah depressing. :,)
