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Love is Like a Rose
Chapter 1
Thoughts are just brainless ideas that pop in our head. As they come, we hope they happen. Maybe we don’t. It is all life and I don’t plan it. I don’t run it. What ever happens happens and I can’t do a thing. As if I was on a ride and I couldn’t stop myself from going into a loop or a hill. Couldn’t stop it before it ended. The ride was to fast…
My name is Clearah Stepz. I have a younger sibling named Callie. Long story short it is a family of 3. No dad but a mom. Yes we did have a dad but…. Like I said the ride was too fast.
I feel the pain everyday as I get up and walk down the steps that he would walk on to ask me, “Your up this early hun?” The steps that carried the past footsteps of me growing up. The steps with the pictures on the wall right beside it. My face, my moms, Callie, and… him. Him is all I could say the “d” word would bring a tear that was followed by many.
“Clearah!” Mom yelled from a distance. “Clearah!” She sounded so miserable. I just wanted “him” back.
“What is wrong mumma?” I asked standing under the arch of her bedroom door. She held her hands to her face as she started to sob. I ran over there to try to comfort her. I couldn’t cry because the pain was to much. Crying would make it worse.
Chatpter 2
“Clearah?” My best friend Jill said. “When will we actually get to talk about what happened.”
“Hey! That is enough! I will never tell you. There will be no man to replace him! Not even your thoughts could help!” I yelled as I pointed my finger in her face. I felt so stupid and mean. This was to easy to hurt her feelings because she hurt mine. I can’t give pay back. Pay back is the lack of trust that was to torture you. Payback is what you get after you did what you did. You made the mistake, you get blamed for it.
“Clearz, please just tell me how he died.” No one knew. Not even 6 yearold Callie knew. Just me and my mom.
“Jill!” I yelled. As I made a pinched face and turned around. I Felt her eyes gleaming upon me as I turned around and walked away. That is when the tears came.
I walked home that day not remembering anything that happened. Still the memories wouldn’t stop haunting me. I will never forget “him”.
“Baby girl..” He yelled from a distance.
“hehe daddy.” I said smiling. This was a great Christmas. I got a pair of shoes.
“Hmmm… well we’ll see what you get next year!” His dimple showed on his left cheek.
I smiled.
I never smile. Ever since-
I hated to smile but he made me smile. Smiling is a hard expression to do especially if you had a rough day. I probably will never smile again.
Chapter 3
“Look! LOOK!” Callie said showing me a picture she drew. It look like scribbles everywhere. I could make out an outline though. It looked like a man. It couldn’t be him. His hair was brown with that tent of red. It looked like fabric. So silky and thin. This scribbled cartoon had purple hair. Maybe it was only because she only used purple and blue on the whole picture. Maybe I was seeing a man in the picture or maybe it was supposed to be a bunch of scribbles. I wasn’t going to ask because every time she explains something, she makes a whole story that NEVER ends.
“Oh that is…. Beautiful.” I said very unknowingly.
“Tank thoo.” I thought that was weird. The way she slurred her tounge like she was 2. The problem was she was 5. I will just let her go on with the way she wants to talk.
I ran upstairs and stopped at the 4th step. I looked down and thought of the past. Time is like stairs. Always another step to take to get closer to the end. Vise versa.
Chapter 4
That night was lonely… not like it use to be. Very unusual.
I stared at my dad smoking his thick cigar. The puffs soothed me to sleep.
“Dad, Where is mom?” I asked half awake.
“Well last I seen her was in the kitchen but she said she was going out. Don’t worry about her she will be fine.”
I look at him as if he were dumb and thought I was dumb so I just simply said goodnight and he kissed my head.
I got up from my hard bed and went to the whistling sound of a window. The window wasn’t shut all the way. Just a little opening to let in the strong wind to make music.
I laid back down onto my bed and stared at nothing. It is impossible to stare at nothing…. So what was I staring at….
I looked over at my dresser and saw the crisp frame holding my dad in it. I got up again and took the frame and stared at it.
My dad stared at me as I stared at him…. More like paper stared at me…
Kissing the picture, I carried it over to my bed and put it on my night stand. I looked at the picture in the darkness. It was like his face lit up the dark. He lit up the dark inside of me…
Chapter 5
“Jill, Im sorry for how I was yesterday, I just don’t like talking about it and-“ It was like she didn’t want me to apologize, because she just cut my words off.
“I understand, how you feel and all…” Uh no she doesn’t!!
“JILL!!! You don’t understan

its pretty intresting…a little confusing, i think you need to have longer chapters or something