Trashy yet Recyclable

Memory String:Chapter1

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How do I escape the string?

Chapter 1

Memory String

10:45a.m (Friday, Field) November20th

    I walked down the field taking in the pure air from the wind that came woshing back in forth with a great force as if it too was wondering, why I was leaving. I tried to take every memory in, but I couldn't because the things that my mom and my dad told me went crazy in my mind. I couldn't leave nor didn't I want to leave my hometown and leave it washed it away when I get comfortable in my new home. I begged and reasoned, but my stubborn parents just did not understand the situation of starting in a new place without friends and a new identity. I DON'T WANT to leave Shelby, North Carolina.I  don't want to leave everything and leaved it washed away like a dirty cloth.

I laid down on the tall, weed field looking above the gray clouds trying to make sense in everything. Though, I knew it wouldn't change anything at all. I knew, if I stayed looking up there nothing would change. I actually did feel happy for my father getting an opportunity for his small bakery, but I guess I was also angry inside because he took the opportunity so quickly and that meant I couldn't say goodbye to anyone.

11:35a.m

   I glanced down at my wrist- watch and saw that I was late. I had to run, before I get screamed at.I stood up and took my bag that was beside me and started up the hill and ran where I had to go. The wind that I smelled was now going through my long, layer brunette hair and going through my nose. I felt drips of sweat coming down on my forehead, but I kept telling myself only two blocks away and I'm there. I bet there were probably people around me watching me run, but the only thing I was focused on was looking straight ahead and finding my two-story wooden house in the suburbs alongside with oak trees and a freaky kid that lives next door always spying me through his window.Freaking creep!

11:40a.m.

"You're late." My older sister by three years told me when I got there. Ugh, I hated her for two years in high school because she changed. It was disappointing, people saw me as her string. They felt as if I was going to party, smoke and whatever else she does and I even believed for a while that I would the same. I felt that it was true because I'm her string and whenever she goes anywhere,I have to follow and get nothing returned like say if she gets ice cream, she won't buy me one. Like Stephanie would say it, how rude.

.My sister is five foot one. Her pale skin was glowing in the warm sunlight of the sun. Her dirty blonde, long layered hair was straight and luscious it made her look like a model in those Vogue magazines. She also has an oval face with deep brown eyes. She looks more like my dad than anyone else in the family, which is a big let down because i'm such a huge fan and a suck up to my father. Whitney was one of those people who would listen to your problems and would do the impossible for you to get it.Though, sometimes it's helpful, but it can get on my nerves.

"Where's mom?" I asked ignoring her because I already knew the obvious and why even bother fighting with her?

"She's upstairs with dad getting the last box." She replied twisting her hair. "Hey, where were you? Were you finally telling John that you have a crush on him?" She asked getting on the hood of our Ford 50 Camry making kissing sounds.