There was a time when I was full of life, but that spark died with Melissa. I work part-time to help support my mom. Melissa was everything to us and she still is. At times, living without her seems like a pencil without lead. Pointless.
I guess I have to move past it at some point. The present doesn't seem possible right now. Although it hurts like you wouldn't believe I will do it for her. It doesn't mean that I have to accept the fact that she's gone but I won't give up. Yet.
During the days I try to surround myself in school and in work, so I never have a chance to really think about that day. I work at the local grocery store to pay for half the bills and to save for college. This job is my only chance of leaving this place for good. I'm working towards my future that is, if I even have one.
Everyone who looks at me sees a girl who is broken. At school, all the teachers are kind to me and don't ever mind if I turn in my essays and projects late because of what I've been going through. The students at school avoid me like the plague and steer clear of me which explains why I don't have any friends. Even my co-workers give me the "poor thing" look when they don't think I'm looking. People who don't even know me come up to me and say, "Didn't your sister die of a brain tumor?" Or "I'm so sorry for your loss."
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Teen FictionErin Thompson: She was a girl of many words, yet she had nothing to say. No matter how hard she tried she could never get over the death of her sister. Her pain was never heard. Erin was a nobody. Until one day she met the boy that treated her diffe...
