Banned From Love

Chapter 1

    Sometimes I wonder the purpose of being here, or to be more specific when my mind drifts off into the deep depths of my brain. The thought of afterlife frightens me just as much as losing my life does. But these previous thoughts changed dramatically when he found his way into my life.
    Symere Woods. My first and my last love. My soulmate. My everything. I've never thought of him as anything less than that. Being with him made me step out of my comfort zone. Do things that the usual me would've never considered to do. I guess that's what love does to you. Although, love can also create pain. A pain that burns deep in your chest. Symere taught me that as well.

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    It was my first day here in this city. Everything was foreign to me but I adjusted quickly. My father is apart of the military, so we move often. My family is never in one house for more then four years. It's sad to make new friends just to leave them, so along the way I eventually stopped putting effort into making friends.
    "Alright guys, this is it. A fresh start," my mother said removing her sunglasses. Kamari, my older brother, yawned and stretched and reached his way towards a sleeping me.
    He yanked my earplugs out of my phone and playfully slapped my face. I groaned not wanting to remove myself from the truck. To me on a long drive the car rides are the best part. Reaching your destination is just a surplus. If I could, I would drive and not stop for anything or anybody.
    "Stop it Mauri. Please don't make this move any more annoying then it already is," I told him snatching back my earplugs. He rolled his eyes at me, gradually making his way out of the car. I grabbed my phone, pillow, earplugs, blanket, and my worn out book bag out of the car seats.
    I dropped my things on the driveway and looked up at the house I was going to be spending a few years in. The house was of a nude color. The roof shingles were a crimson color. Everything else such as windows and doors were plainly white. It was an attractive house. I see why my mother chose it. I paced towards the front door eager to choose my bedroom.
    I wanted my room to have the window that sees outside of the front of the house. Those windows bring in the most light, which is perfect for my photography.
    "Keymani where you think you running off to?" My mom asked, her arms loaded with cardboard boxes which varied in size.
    "I'm sorry mom, let me help you out," I told her grabbing some of the boxes.
    Today was going to be a long day. Just as well as tonight was going to be difficult for me. Or so I thought . . .