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Ever since I was little I've alway seen these four white walls and one window that was too tall for me to see out of . They made us wear these white old dirty shirts that didn't look white at all , black baggy pants and sometimes if we're lucky they gave us some sweaters for the winter. Three times a day a woman would come in the room I was in, she didn't talk or look at me , she just walked in and put what they called food out on the table. I have only one memory of my mother, the day she left me, she didn't look sad, but happy. I was 2 years old and she left me for dead. I'm 14 now it's been 12 years since at day.
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"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs. I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen. Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt? "We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."

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