Someone once told me that I was supposed to be normal. I almost believed that. Almost.
It was my first day in Derry, Maine. I already hated it. My family had to move around a lot,because of the kind of family we were. After the incident, we moved here for a fresh start. My mom, being white didn't understand why I didn't want to move here. But she knew I was tough. My dad, who was black understood what I went through on a daily basis. He's not my real dad though. Nonetheless, he treats me like one of his own. My brother and sister are going to be in school together. They're pretty close. Inseparable,those two.
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I stare out my window at the houses in our neighborhood. I sigh. I throw on a hoodie and my shoes. Grabbing my keys, I leave a note on the counter.
'going to calm down'.
I hop on my bike and ride to the quarry.
