My first close friend was My Great Great Grandma. We were close, she was my best friend. My only true friend. When I was 7 years old, my Grandma died of a stroke at age 87.
I can remember her funeral. It haunts my dreams sometimes. All the other friends I had ever had up to that point, had either moved away, replaced me, or just straight (A/N Straight! Hehehehehe) abandoned me.
I felt alone. She was my closest friend, and she had just left me. Of course, I know she didn't leave me alone on purpose. She never really left, at least not in my mind. My Double Great Grandma still lives in my memories. I still have some of the stuff she gave me...
(A/N I'm crying, not in a good way). I think she fought to stay alive till a certain day. Because she died the same day her husband had. She way the greatest friend I could ever have asked for. The year after her death only brought more pain. But in that pain there was hope.
The hope came in the form of a boy I still get along with when I see him. The boy obsessed with Sharks. (A/N Everyone called him, Shark boy but his name is actually Luke/Gavin. He was adopted by his grandparents, who renamed him, Luke. His name was originally Gavin.)
Please ask me questions if anyone cares enough to read this.
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The Unspoken Words
RandomThis is a place for me to vent out the words that have been stuck in my head. The words I want to say, but can't seem to get out. I'm writing this because, I'm tired. Tired of drowning in words that were left Unspoken, and emotions that I'm not allo...
