My friend started writing this story on my ipod yesterday when I was over at her house. It's not a fanfic, just a random story. But I wanted you guys to read it and let me know what you think of it :3 She wants to know too, if you guys think the writing is good. Here it is! (PS: it has no title... yet D: )

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Dear snow,I love you do much I can't even put in words how much I love you. Your father and I have decided to have you dispite the risks. I hope you get my hair with your father fair completion you would look as pretty as a snowflake. That's why we decided to call you snow. I want to tell you that no matter what happens I don't blame you , I was my choice to have you. I love you so much

Mom

I clutch the letter to my chest as I stare out the open window at the night sky. I recite the word of the letter my mom wrote me before I was born, before she died. If only she knew I would ultimately end her life here on earth. She got her wish though, I have her gorgeous black hair and my fathers porcelain skin, pretty by definition. If only she knew her daughter would grow up to be only a pretty face and nothing more. I'm a murderer. I killed my mother the day I was born. I killed all happiness for my father before I cried for the first time. I am a monster. I look down at the letter that was written in my moms perfect print and I wonder if she knew what I would become If she would still have decided to have me. I place the letter under my pillow and drift off into troubled dreams...

The next morning my alarm went off way to early. I crawled out of bed and hit the snooze. Still half asleep, I stumble to the bathroom and run the water in the shower until it gets warm.

As I head down the stairs to the kitchen I wonder if my outfit would be enough for the last day of school. I went with classic faded jeans and white blouse I had gotten from Buckle. I headed straight to the fridge and pulled out the bread and headed over to the toaster. As I waited for the toast to pop, I started the coffee maker for my dad. I absolutely hate coffee but my dad drinks it like its ambrosia ( gods nectar). The toast popped and I started to butter it when Gina walked into the kitchen. She is my step mom. A women who was in her mid thirtys that could pass for a 27 year old. Today she was dressed in a high waisted pencil skirt with a pink button down that was revealing to much cleavage for my taste.

" good morning!" I said in the cheeriest  voice I could manage. 

" After school today you need to come home from school emidietly." Gina said.

" actually, I have plans." I tried to hide my growing annoyance.

" did you tell me about these plans?" Gina  asked with as much curiosity as she set two coffee mugs on the stone countertop.

" yes." I replied bluntly. Me and my best friend Allie and I had been planing a vacation with her family for months know. I has just gotten my dad to be on board with the idea a month ago.

" well clear your schedule anyways, it's important!" she said as she poured the freshly brewed coffee into the mugs.

" I can't! my flight leaves an hour after school ends, just enough time for me to drive to the Airport and get my bags  checked before the plain takes off" I explained.

" I don't care." Gina replies as she grabbed the mugs and walked out of the kitchen calling to my dad that she had made him coffee. I glance at the clock and realized I was going to be late for school.

I ran into first period and sat down right as the bell rang narrowly avoiding falling on my face. Allie was giving me a questioning look but I shook my head and tried to focus on what Mrs. McQuiston was explaining on the board.

At lunch Allie sat down across from me, picked up a strawberry and popped it into .

" I'm so excited!" " I cant wait until we get to Hawaii" she squealed with delight.

" actually, I don't think I can make it." I tried to sound mature, even though I was totally bummed.

"what!" " we have been planning this vacation forever, you even got the okay from your dad, and youve been packing for a week" she sounded close to tears and that was exactly how I felt.

" Gina's orders" I replied grimly " I have no choice"

" screw her, do what you want."

Thats why I love Allie, she always says the right thing to make me feel better even when it's not practical.

"maybe I can catch a later flight" I just thought of that idea and it comforted both her and myself.

" I never thought of that" she said looking relieved and instantly calmer.

" it's a date then," I said

I walked away from my locker, I can't even believe how fast the entire year had gone. In the fall was going to college, leaving everything behind to start my life. The only person I would really miss would be Allie. She and I had been friends since 6th grade. Her family considered me the youngest daughter and hey always included me in their family functions like going to the cabin and going to church, but this is the first time they have ask me to come on vacation with them. This was mine and Allies last summer together, and I was looking forward to it. She's the closest thing I've had to a sister, and many people thought we were. We had the same pale complextion, and average height and weight. We even have the same dress size that made it easy to go closet shopping ( where we shop in each others closets and trade clothes constantly). God I would miss her. I arrived at my bus and boarded it with a building feeling of dread. What did  Gina need me to come home for anyways? it just dawned on me that she never told me what was going on, and more importantly, I never asked. I continued to come up with  horrible circumstances where Gina was the evil villain who was trying to ruin my life.

As I walked into my house, I could sense that their was something wrong, I threw my backpack on the floor and ran to my room. As a reached the threshold I stopped. it felt like I was hit by a truck and I slowly crumbled inside. Everything was gone. My bed, the dresser, nightstand, clothes, everything even the pictures on the wall were missing. The only thing that indicated that I lived there was the dust shadow that was left were my furniture had been. The sinking feeling melted into pure rage. 

"GINA!" I screamed, my voice ringing throughout the house. I ran to my parents room and when she wasn't there, I went to her study. She was sitting in the chair behind the mahogany desk that my father bought her for her birthday.

"where is my stuff?" I said in what I hoped would be a venomous tone.

" isn't it wonderful, I did some cleaning!" she said in complete composure.

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