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    black rose

    Teen Fiction

    Inspired by the movie Beyond the Lights. × × just because they can hear you doesn't mean they understand what you're saying.. × × "you remind me of a black rose." she rolled her eyes at me before putting a sarcastic grin on her face, "oh really? how...

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                                August 8th, 2009Oakland, California6:00 AMSimone Carter
                            
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
    
                            
    
                              
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    August 8th, 2009
    Oakland, California
    6:00 AM
    Simone Carter
    
                          
    I stared in the bathroom mirror smoothing out any wrinkles in my shirt. I smiled feeling accomplished.
    "Wow," I played with my hair, "today's the first day of high school." I squealed in excitement before rushing out of the bathroom and snatch my messenger bag off the floor, leaving my Aunt Renae and I's room. 
    
                          
    I walked down the hallway of our cramped townhouse, into the kitchen with a little pep in my step. My whole mood changed seeing Aunt Renae sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands, along with a lit cigarette. There were open envelopes and papers scattered around. I creeped up behind her attempting to take a peek. Before I could see anything she spun around.
    
                          
    "What are you doing?" Her voice cracked and I could've swore I saw a tear fall down her face. She looked me up and down. "Where you going?"
    
                          
    "I-i um it's the first day of school," I remind her.
    
                          
    "Oh." She sighed remembering, "Well go on, have a good day."
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