Minerva4474

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Minerva4474

Location: Houston, United States

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It's simple. I'm a fifteen year old girl living in Houston Texas. I have a boyfriend, but he lives in Colden, New York. I used to live in colden, but I was forced to move. My top priority right now is to get back to New York, my boyfriend, and my friends. Like I said; it's simple.

Alright, maybe it's not so simple. I'll start at the beginning... My name is Rebecca and I'm fifteen years old. I'm not a great writer, but I write anyways. Writing to me is like an emotional release. I see my words, my thoughts, my feelings on the page, and it feels like I don't have to deal with them. Like I've put them into some kind of archive. For almost thirteen years of my life I'd lived in Texas. Granted, I'd moved once or twice, but I always stayed in the same city. My parents were married untill the year I turned seven. Then they got a divorce.

My mom, two sisters, and I stayed in our house, while my dad moved out. After a while something in my mom broke. One of my sisters went to live with my dad, we rented a new house, and she homeschooled my remaining sister and I. Then she quit her job, and we bought a trailer and a new truck. We went to DC the year I was twelve. We stayed for a few months, then went back to Texas. We went to California for six months the year I turned 13. I liked it there, and didn't want to move back, but we did. Then we went to New York in the winter. I enrolled in a new school, got friends, a relationship, life was GREAT!

Then it came... That fateful day I'd been dreading for a year and a half. My mom said to pack up. We were leaving. I told my friends. My best guy friend cried on the bus the next morning. Then on Tuesday it was valentines day, and the best thing happened to me.

My friend Marissa told me to go find him. I did, and he said to meet him at his locker after first period. All through that first half hour I couldn't sit still. Then the bell rang, and I bolted out the door. I stopped halfway down the hall from his locker. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think... I'd liked him for the entire time I'd lived there. He knew I had. He'd had a year and a half to ask me out. Why now? Wait, wait, I was getting ahead of myself. I didn't know what he wanted... Okay. I took a deep breath and walked the rest of the way to his locker. He pulled out a rose and asked if I would go out with him. So, I'd been right. I nearly cried, I was so happy. I couldn't breathe or speak. I just nodded and gave him a hug. He handed me the rose, and I took it. Then the warning bell rang, and I had to rush off to class.

I kept that rose. But I left it in New York when we moved.

And here I am, sitting in Texas writing this. It feels weird to share so much about myself to complete strangers, but oh well.

 

~Rebecca

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