Love. People are so naive-young people at that. Four years ago in the 8th grade was when alma realized the amount of girls who thought they were in love. She never found out if the boys thought the same. Nor did she care. Perhaps it was only young...
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Ale
17 years old
Black fluffy hair
Black eyes
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4 years ago.
Have you ever gotten the feeling you are in a dream? The feeling Where you say something to yourself a million times but no matter what you still can't wrap your brain around it? I didn't. not until now. I knew that when I sat down on my old table in the kitchen everything would change. The table shook slightly when I sat down, its weak old legs creaking slightly. I knew something was wrong. We all did. For a while now something was off. My dad sleeping on the couch, my mom getting drunk and crying all the time, then trying to reconnect. So when they sat me down I wasn't shocked. I knew what was about to happen.
"We've decided, it's best for me and your mom..." his voice cracked and I looked away from my father. I had never seen my dad cry. Nor did I want to. I used to want him too. I used to want comfort, to know crying is okay. Not anymore. His voice quivering and his eyes spilling was an unfamiliar sight to me. And I wished with every bone in my body I was dreaming. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I knew it was going to happen but I still couldn't believe it was happening. the words 'divorce' seemed to slip from my mind. Something that could never happen to me. I glanced at my brother from the other side of the table and we met eyes. His eyes were red and tears covered his face, falling gracefully from his eyes. I fidgeted and zoned out. I wasn't mad. I wasn't sad but tears still stained my cheeks. I wasn't a wreck but snot was still running through my nose. The next few hours were awkward. We acted as if nothing happened and for a moment I thought it was normal again. until I realized it wasn't. we wouldn't be living in the same house anymore, we wouldn't have family dinners anymore. I went into my room and didn't come out until the next morning. It felt surreal. I felt gray.
