Hello. So this is one of my stories, I was inspired by many things too write this story. For people too relate too, I hope you enjoy it.
People, Life, Fate. The fate that happened too me, My parents died in a fire may 12, 2004. When i was 9 yrs old. After that my life, pretty much fell apart. I was alone, everyday, every minute. I had no one too go too. People saying "sorry" over again. They didn't know how I felt, I had too go too my aunts in Georgia. She didn't like me at all, every night I cry myself too sleep, sit on the lawn thinking about how my life would be with my parents by my side, Would I be less afraid?
I sat there starring in the mirrior. Summer, was the one season I loved. I could think, just about myself. No drama, filling my head. I picked up my brush, and brushed my hair throughly, today I was going too well another one of my aunt's wedding. This would be her 6th. I got up, put a white with yellow roses on the front. It came up too my knees. I heard a knock on the door and opened it slowly, no one was there. Probally one of my stupid cousins playing knock diss on me. I closed it, and sat back down by my mirrior. I honestly hated my life, things in it. People in it. Killing myself wouldn't solve anything, no one would care.
"HURRY UP SKYLAR!" My aunt screamed from downstairs.
I got up smoothed my dress and hurried down the stairs, out the door, and into the car. The sky was blue, with a couple of white clouds. The green grass, was growing. The house grew smaller as we drove away. Thoughts blurted into my mind, I remember on sunny days my mom and I would drive too the hill by the beach and sit there and play chess all day. Sometimes we brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too make if we ever got hungry. Tears were about too break loose, but i survived and held them in. I was always jealous of my moms hair, it was long and blondish brown, it hung up in a clip all the time, but sometimes I remembered her long hair that shined perfectly by the suns light. As we drove the dry land turned into small towns, with people walking around. I wondered how there life's were? Were they perfect like how they looked? Or was it all an act, were they slowly dying inside? I was. Everyday.
