Before We Met

"Let's play a game!" Andy said bubbly, bouncing in his seat "What kinda game?" I wondered "It's called 'before we met', we take turns saying stuff like, 'Before we met, I used to never give tattoos.'." "Oh," I nodded. "Okay," I took a deep breath. "Before we met, I was, I was severely depressed." Andy gaped.

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I'm Anthony Jones; I have black hair, brown eyes, and I just turned sixteen. I live with my aunt and her lousy boyfriend, because my father didn't want anymore children. I have two sisters, one of them being my twin. Rebecca, my twin sister, lives with him down in Florida. Samantha, my older sister, lives up here in Georgia. I rarely see either of them. My Mama, she died three months ago, and my aunt barely seems to notice that she's gone. Says that we shouldn't let it 'bog us down'. I don't cry often, but, when I do, I cry in the dark at midnight when I know my aunt and her boyfriend are asleep. But, if you knew the way they are, and how I am, you would too.