Something Special

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Let's skip a few years, to high school. I was in 6th grade, new school, new friends. I was some what popular, had all the pretty friends, boys would talk to me. It was nearing the winter dance, I had a beautiful grey dress to wear.

I was also getting closer to one of my guy friends, Tom Smith. Tom was so sweet to me, he didn't treat me like he treated any other girl. He would wrap his arm around my waist, making me feel safe. He would reassure my name was beautiful . He would tuck my hair behind my ears with his rough but delicate hands. Then, at recess, he led me away from our friends and asked me that question that every girl would have wanted to be asked at this time, it's probably not that big of a deal, but it was to me. "Will you go to the dance with me?" These words made my heart skip a beat. Tom only saw me as a friend; but after all these years being around each other, I had developed feelings for him. When he did these sweet things, my heart would beat faster and faster, pump harder and harder. But I had to conceal my feelings, because I didn't want to ruin our friendship.

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I had gotten home from school, my best friend Lisa had driven me home as she always did on Tuesdays. I unlocked the front door and I could feel a stale atmosphere in the corridor; soon after, the staleness turned into dread. I entered the living room to be met with suitcases, family photos shattered, not that there were many of then. I was confused, but a tear seemed to form in my left eye. "W-what's going on?" I asked with a hint of worry in my voice.

"What does it look like, idiot," said my Mum with a sprinkle of annoyance in her voice,"We're leaving this area, NOW!"

"WHAT! Why, b-but" I was cut off by my mother saying, " Your Dad had gotten into some dodgy business and he ain't got enough money to pay 'em back." My eyes were a waterfall, tears dribbling off the end of my nose, falling off my cheeks. "We can't leave, not now, please. The winter dance is coming up, Tom asked me to go with him, I spent all my savings on that one dress, please!" I was fully sobbing at this point but my Dad nor Mum seemed to care. Instead of comforting me like any normal parents, Dad walked into the kitchen and came out with a pair of scissors. He picked up my dress and cut it to shreds. I howled and screamed in pain. My one chance of being a normal teenager were shredded along with my dress. My Dad grabbed me by my hair, I howled and screamed, but this time it was in physical pain. I tried to fight back, kicking, punching, yelling, shouting. Everything slowed down, all the lights went dimmer, they pulled me into the car and locked the doors. I banged on the windows, scratched the seats, nothing was worth it. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to my friends. I didn't have a phone, so I had no means of communication with anyone. 'Goodbye school, goodbye all of my friends, goodbye house and goodbye life, well the one life that l loved, for now.'