When I look at my scar I realize how much of my childhood I can't remember.Its just all a blur.Like it never even happened.Its not like I can just contact my parents.Im adopted and my birth parents passed away a few years ago.The only thing I know about them is that they weren't the greatest people.My birth mom was a drug addict and my birth dad was her dealer.I quess you can say the success genes don't run in my family.But the couple that adopted me gave me hope.My mom was also a writer.I guess you can say I got that from her.My dad was a artist.He made sculptures and paintings.It was his wife's idea to adopt me because she always wanted children but didn't want to pass on her genes.Illness runs in her family.Stuff like lupus,breast cancer,and heart disease.She had breast cancer a while before she adopted me.Im glad she made it.But they passed away a few years ago to natural causes.I've been on my own ever since.I've always liked being alone but I just hate being lonely,if that makes sense.It makes me sad when I remember I have no family left.Well except Dawn.She always makes me feel better about everything.That reminds me she should be here in a hour.God I almost forgot."Okay Tera you can do this just remember you have time to get ready and just don't be awkward" I said to myself with my anxiety going through the roof.It feels like I'm going on a first date all over again.Its not a date though ugh shes my bestfriend.Or is she?Before I knew it an hour has passed."Knock knock" I heard coming from my front door.I opened it, surprised by who was standing there."Tera oh am I happy to see yo-"Mrs.Gordon said before I interrupted her."Mrs.Gordan what do you want and why is this the first time you've ever knocked on my door?"I said annoyingly."I was going to get to that if you didn't interrupt me Tera,I'm knocking at your door because I locked myself out of my house."Of course.The only time she knocks is when she needs something."Why are you telling me this Mrs.Gordan?"I said with a tired look on my face."Oh Tera I know you know how to use bobbypins,I've seen you do that before."Wait the only time I used a Bobbypin was because the cafe was locked and I needed to get my paycheck."WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME WOMAN!"I said frantically."The real question is not who was following you,but what was following you."Its obvious Mrs.Gordan is tired.She's not making any sense.Ugh I guess I have to break in to my neighbors house.Not what I was planning to do on a Thursday afternoon.
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The Odd Neighbor
Mystery / ThrillerA young writers path to writers block suddenly changed when she got a new neighbor.Her neighbor is so odd she could write about him all day.But what happens when the new guy next door gets to odd?Tera uncovers things she never wanted to know.Except...