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          Is there ever a beginning to an end? Or is there an end to a beginning? You've always got to 

start somewhere, but is there ever an end? Do you believe in an afterlife? I do, but then I think is 

there really one? I feel like once you are from this world, there may be a whole new beginning of 

wherever you go. I don't believe that there is only just darkness and silence. That's the downside

 of what I'm afraid of when it comes to an end, or is there really an end?

         That Thursday morning I woke up from my alarm clock. Just the ringing in my ear irritated 

me. "Get up, girls, you don't want to be late," my mother yelled from downstairs as I finally 

turned off my alarm clock.

         "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I mumbled as I hopped out of bed. I turned to see that my other 

half was still asleep, then I realized that it was my chance to get to the bathroom first, so I tried 

to be quiet as I rushed to get the things that I needed.

       "I can still hear you, right? You're not that sneaky," said Azalea sitting up in her bed watching me.

        "Well, at least I get the be in the bathroom first this time," I said

       "Not if I'm in there," said our older brother Alder as he quickly passed through the room and

 down the hall. I glanced back at Azalea with an irritable face, then we both rushed for the door. 

But obviously when we both got there he already had the door locked.

     "Ugh, can you be less annoying sometimes?" I said.

     "Sorry, Jas, but it's my turn," said Alder.

     "Girls, I don't have time to hear you guys argue. Get ready and come eat your breakfast," Mom 

said with an annoyed voice. Azalea and I marched back to our room to change. Then we all came

 downstairs to meet her in the kitchen. "Go on and eat, so you get to school." It was just my Mom

 Lily, Alder, Azalea and I in the Reed family. Also yes, she did name us after flowers, her favorite 

ones. She was a single mom working her butt off to take care of the three of us and we did help 

pitch in with our part time jobs. Mom worked as an assistant at a big business. Our father had 

passed away when Azalea and I were three from a car accident. Alder was only five years old, so

 we all barely remembered what kind of father figure he was to us, but mother said that he

 treated her well, was there for her and she loved him dearly.

    "He's watching over us," Mom always said to us when we talked about Dad. She had pulled 

through since the accident, but she really hadn't expressed to us how she felt losing Dad, or she 

was doing it behind closed doors. But we didn't force it out of her. We were just waiting until she 

was ready. That day hadn't come yet, and 13 years had passed.

    "Hey, Mom, I know my birthday is tomorrow, and Daniel planned a party. So is it alright?" Alder said.

    "Yes, of course, It's your 18th birthday, and your sisters are going too." said Mom.

     "Of course" said Alder.

     "And don't do anything crazy tomorrow night. I want you all in one piece," Mom said as a joke.

 We finished up and headed for the door, but before we left we told mom we loved her with a 

kiss goodbye on her cheek.