It's Thursday or Thanksgiving Day.
Mom is cooking, we're going to have family over today.
It's 6:40 p.m., she's about to finish the last dish.
I check out the window to see if anyone is coming yet, I see no one though.
So I go to my room and sit in front of my large mirror with a drawer.
I check to see if I look okay.
I never did care if I looked good or not, but I guess it doesn't hurt to make an effort.
I told my mom I didn't need the mirror, but she insisted I'd get it.
So she told dad to set it up for me.
That is before he became abusive.
I miss the good days, but I know they won't come back.
"Honey they're here." I could hear her from the hallway.
I decided to just mess my hair up a little and then shook my head to let it fall naturally.
I walked to the living room and saw a couple of cousins and aunts, even uncles.
Most were from my mom's side of the family.
Maybe three from my dad's.
It'll be a long night.
I put on the mask like I do every year.
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Not a Love Story
Teen Fiction(Exactly what it sounds like. It's really not a love story. ) "Do you like me?" You're straight forward I forget that sometimes. I open the drink and look at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I sigh, it's a habit now, and tak...
