The Cold Winters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
She hates winter and always will but how is she supposed to love it when she has been through all of that?!

Submitted: June 24, 2012

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So this is my first work on booksie. Well second but I deleted the first one. So well, I hope you will enjoy reading it! :) If there are any mistakes or anything of the sort please tell me :) I would love to hear your comments and criticism too :) xoxo

Ahhh, winter. The season I hate the most. Though It wasn't always like this. I used to love winter in my childhood.

I used to live in a very small town in the mountains. Where the roads, going to town, were the most dangerous during winter. In this town, the falling snow seemed like it was magic. I would go outside during the day with my very big and warm jacket and play in the snow. At night I would sneak outside and feel the cool wind. I loved the cool wind and how silent and beautiful the night sky was, but all that changed in the last year of middle school.

That year my parents and my baby twin brothers died in a car accident. The car slipped on the road, on the way to my school, crashed. They were rushed to the emergency room but the doctors weren't able to save them. Soon after I got a call. I was devastated. It changed everything; my love for winter and the love for everything.

I was passed around between my uncles and aunts but no one wanted to take care of the child who's parents were outcasts. My grandparents died a long time ago. So they were not an option. I didn't know what to do. I was lost with no one to rely on and no one wanted me to rely on them. I hated this. I HATED THIS!

Even though I was being passed around, I still went to school to finish my year and after that I have no idea what would happen to me. I had friends they didn't know what happened except Lily. She was the only person who knew. That was until the teachers announced it to my class. Lily told her parents.

Her parents are really kind. I would go to their house for sleepovers very often. They were like my second parents.

Back to my sob story. Lily told her parents and they offered to take care of me. They even went so far as to adopt me! My so called family agreed to it very easily. They were very relieved. So Lily's parents adopted me and did so much paper work but they weren't troubled by it.

Though i was happy, I couldn't show it to them. I didn't talk until my senior year in high school. I went back to normal. I started talking, laughing, making friends, and showing what I really felt. In my last year of high school I got a boyfriend. He was really kind. He loved me very much and I loved the same way. We laughed, cried, experienced our firsts and heartbreak. He broke my heart during the winter ball. He left me for some chick that sleeps around with everyone! I threw tantrums in class when his name was mentioned. I ignored my adoptive parents. Then I hit Lily.

I HIT LILY. I HIT LILY. I HIT LILY. I HIT LILY. I HIT LILY. I HIT LILY.

It shocked me when she stood up and hugged me. I snapped out of my depression. I hugged her back and cried on her shoulder while apologizing. After that I never dated again. I followed Lily to her university. I never wanted to be separated from her. she was everything to me. On a cold winter day, at home, I found her having sex with her boyfriend. They didn't notice me coming in so I quickly left the house. I was really pissed. I had this tight feeling in my chest. I was jealous! I realized I liked Lily.

My best friend Lily. The intelligent blue eyed girl. She was extremely beautiful. She had a slender body, small waist, big hip, and didn't lack in the chest area. Had long beautiful, sexy legs. She had long strawberry blonde hair. She had beautiful clear skin since birth. In short she was what every girl wanted to be.

When i realized I liked her I changed schools, moved to the city but still kept in contact with them. right now I am in my third year of university and it's winter. I am trying to call Lily. She's not answering. I tried calling my parents. They weren't answering either. WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM? ARE THEY OKAY? PLEASE BE OKAY. I have no classes today, so I quickly got dressed and grabbed my coat. I went running to the bus stop but before I could get out, I saw them. Everyone! They were at the gate! I quickly ran over to them! Once I got there, I hugged them as tight as I could.

Then they said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". I was ecstatic. We never really celebrated my birthday because all those events I mentioned happened on my birthday. But today was special for some reason. I didn't mind. We went out to celebrate. we did a lot of things. At the end we had to separate from each other. I cried.

I went back to my dorm and fell asleep. The next day I got a phone call. It's from my hometown police department. They told me the worse news yet!

They all died on the way home yesterday. I cried. Not only because of how sad I am but also because I got to spend one last moment with them. I still hate my birthday and winter but I told myself to live my life for those that I have lost. Because they loved me I could Get back. Because of them, I am the person I am today and I wil treasure that and live. Live so they can smile from whereever they are.


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