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I stared at myself in the mirror for far too long trying to see if I looked any different. Felt any different, even. I still looked the same. All of my features had no change. Graduating school had not developed me an ounce. I feel as I did yesterday and the day before that. They always tell you that things will be different once you are done with high school. As if your life depends on it. Things felt no different or seem any different than they were. Which I guess is a good thing since change makes me anxious. I need a routine, and that is the biggest flaw in graduation. You move forward, but I happen to like where I am. I wasn't the best in school, and I wasn't the most popular, but is anyone? The person you are in high school is such a facade. You only show people a part of you: some people you'll see again, and some you won't. And, I'm perfectly fine with it.
College isn't on my radar at the moment. I plan on working for a year and then dipping my feet in college life. After years of school, I need a break. I need time to figure myself out.
One month after my 18th birthday my parents retired to Florida. They signed the house over to my sister, Rory. She and I have always been close. Rory was a cheerleader, and she was beautiful and wild. Strong, independent, and smart were among her many qualities. I always envied her in a way being as beautiful as she is. Her blonde hair still shined in the sun. And the way her blue eyes, unlike mine would glisten when she was excited.
My parents on the other hand always tried to keep us under lock and key. More so Rory than myself. She was a party girl, and while my parents lived here, that was a problem. My father was a recovering alcoholic, and my mom had her issues with drugs. So eventually when they decided to get clean none of that was allowed. I was genuinely surprised when they gave her the house. I wasn't surprised when Rory decided she wasn't going to Florida with them.
My relationship with my parents wasn't too much different. We had our issues, but we worked through them. I wasn't much of a party person, but I did indulge from time to time. More, now that I'm living with my sister only.
"Hey, Adrianna. I need help." Rory said while grabbing my arm and pulling me up the stairs, and practically throwing me in her bedroom.
"My god, what?" I huffed, "you almost tore my arm off." I rubbed my arms and felt the outline of her fingers in my arm. Rory's room was green, her favorite color. She told me once about how green was the purest color.
She laughed and crossed her arms.
"You're such a cry baby. I did not." The nail marks on my arm said otherwise.
I rolled my eyes and sat down on her bed while she rummaged through her closet, and pulled out random pieces of clothing. She threw two dresses on the couch.
"Which one do you like?" She asked, and plopped down on the bed next to me. One dress was blue and had spaghetti straps. While the other was a long-sleeved, all black, skin-tight dress. Both of them looked like they would only come up to her mid-thigh.
"The black one. For sure." I picked it up and handed it to her.
She laughed, "oh, it's not for me. It's for you. We're going out tonight." She handed me the dress back while laughing.
"Why are we going out tonight?" The dress was stunning and simple.
"To celebrate that you are graduating. You're the only one that did." Her smile faded slightly. Her biggest regret was dropping out of high school. She told me once about how she always pictured herself on that stage accepting her diploma. And, maybe getting into a good college, and how she screwed it all up by leaving. I think she's been too hard on herself.
I sighed, "alright, I'll go."
She squealed and grabbed my hand.
"Good, and I'm paying for everything. Now get a shower and get dressed. Your big sis is the boss."
I laughed, and saluted her while leaving her room, and going to the bathroom. I got undressed and turned on the shower. It's been a while since I went out with her, and I know she's worried slightly about me. I've had hard times, but I'm much better now. I was severely depressed at one point, and I went to counseling. She went with me, and so did my parents. It turned more into my sister and my parents arguing than it did about me. It did help me with letting go though. No matter how far down I go, I'll never hit bottom again. The key is to remember that I might not be faultless, but I'm better than I once was. I can't let trivial things harm my soul anymore, and I can't let others belittle me. No matter who they are. I have had my problems, we all have - some greater than others.
After being in the shower for a few minutes I heard a knock on the bathroom door, and Rory poking her had in.
"Here's that dress. We're leaving at 8."
I heard her hang the dress up on the back of the door.
"Okay, thank you," I yelled, over the sound of the water, and I heard the door close.
After getting out of the shower and applying lotion, I started blow drying my hair. After I was done, I grabbed the dress and saw Rory also picked out my underwear and bra. Really, Rory? I rolled my eyes and got dressed.
After getting ready I went to Rory's room. As soon as she saw me, she smiled and grabbed my hand.
"You're so pretty, Aid. We should get going." Rory looked gorgeous. She wore the blue dress, and her long blonde hair was pulled into a pony.
I nodded and grabbed my purse.
When Rory was partying during her teenage years sometimes, she would sneak me out with her. We would take the bus and go downtown to these underground clubs. Sometimes it was fun, and others it wasn't. Occasionally, she would get too drunk, and I would have to help carry her home. Those were far, and few between, but can still be worrisome when going out with her.
I shook the thought out of my head and decided that tonight was going to be exhilarating.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Make sure you check out the sequel to this book! You don't need to read this book to read the sequel!
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Jesse Slick is looking at being one of the youngest gang leaders in Chicago. This is something he's always wanted, and has built his life around. Nothing will get in his way.
Or so he thought
It only took one mistake for his future to hang uncertainty, and he surely didn't mean for it to involve a hothead brunette.
Slick may have finally met his match, and she could possibly hold his future in her hands.
