Love, Forgotten_We Were Seventeen_ Not the family you choose; It is meant to be._Eight on Nine Elev
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Love, Forgotten
"Talia!" I turn around and see my best friend Lilly jogging down the side walk to greet me "Careful! Its icy!" I laugh and start over to greet her. My checks are rosy red, and my hands are frozen but I can bare just a bit longer. She smiles brightly at me "You ready?www.onedoor.cc" I tilt my head, I dont remember making plans with her. "Talia! Seriously!? The festival!" now that rings a bell, I had totally forgotten about the festival, I was supposed to bring some baked goods to sell. "Thats...today?" I say nervously as I blow into my hands that are slowly turning purple. Lilly huffs and crosses her arms "Y...
We Were Seventeen
We were seventeen, when the world seemed dipped in liquid gold. Too old to be kids and too young to face our futures, we lived in what we had in front of us: clandestine hookups in cars, crappy alcohol in red plastic cups, muggy summer days ripe with possibility. Fear was for suckers. We were invincible. That was, until the killer started slashing us up. No one knew who he was, or if he even lived in the town. All anyone knew was that one Saturday morning, the bodies of Jake Rammer and Katy Finch were found in the lake behind the abandoned school. Their throats had been slit, crimson blood clo...
Not the family you choose; It is meant to be.
We do not get to choose our family, and not all of us are fortunate enough to have family. Then there are those family members we have and love, but are not close to . Then there are those whom you are related to due to your significant other. Sometimes those relatives end up being some of your close family members. Through out the time I have been with my children’s father, my mother-in-law and I have become very close. At this point in my life I would not want to go through life with out her she is very important just as my own mother. At first, his mom was not my biggest fan at all, she tho...
Eight on Nine Eleven
I will always remember the day of my 8th birthday. Mum had driven me to dad’s so I could spend my birthday with him. Mum had thrown me a little party the afternoon before with two of my school-friends. I was the happiest when she told me I would see dad on my birthday. My parents had been porced for two years then and I didn’t see dad as often as I wanted to. He had found a job in New-York and mum and I still lived in our house in Philadelphia. Mum didn’t mind driving me to dad’s even though it was more than one-hour drive. Dad always had a busy schedule. Mum always told me he was a trader bu...