I walk up to the brisk, empty gates of the graveyard. The winter gust hitting the back of my head causing my hood of my small hoddie to fall down. I walked up to the seventh row closest to the deficient gates, walked to the eleventh grave on the left side, and saw my mums grave. I stood there. Silently. A tear fell down my freezing , unwanted cheek. The tear felt like it froze as the chill of the breeze blew in my face.
I miss my mum. She was my everything. She was there for me when no one else was. Now I have to live with my abusive dad. He loves my older sister. The impeccable , beautiful, young girl who had high grades and is just perfect. Then you have me. The lesbian, the ugly, the non perfect sister. My name is Anna long, and my life is kinda crazy!
