It May Not Be My Day But Baby Its My Year (intro)

I dance around my room trying to get my positive energy flowing. The loud music, thumping against my skin, making my heart race to the beat of the song. I dont know why but I have really been feeling empty lately. Dancing is the only thing that can seem to get my mind off of things. I'm a small town girl living in a big city. From smal houses, and big fields. To busy streets and big buildings. Not exactly what I expected when my sister told me that we were moving. I have lived with my sister for a couple months. Like she promised while I was little, once she turned 18 and had a stable job, and money she would adopt me. And some mysterious way she kept that promise. But I didn't notice how different things would be. Going from living with your mom, who is crazy, and you have to pretty much baby sit from hours 9P.M.-7A.M. while your dad who works ALL the time is gone, to living with your sister that works while you are asleep. I mean I'm not complaing or anything but its kind of awkward. You know.. having someone asking how your day was, making you laugh, taking care of YOU instead of you taking care of them? Something I am going to have to get used too. Just like I'm going to have to get used to the roller coaster of a life I'm about to live. This adventures just started...

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This is just an introduction to an idea for a story I have planned. Rate and comment, and tell me if you think I should keep its going.

Much love-

Mak