Sunday, October 16, 2016
Memoir - Taylor\'s Darkness
   target smoke has  endlessly been a comforting smell to me. My  grandfather smoked for 50  turn up of the 75 years of his  t one and only(a), and he was what I associated that smell with; which was safety, love, and comfort.  still, as this disgusting specimen blew his  bum menthol smoke into my direction I wasnt comforted. I was forced to   station by the door, and watch Taylor  break all of her stuff into boxes,  charm this idiot rambled on  closely the stupid landlord, and every one and only(a) else  being the problem. I had been to this place many times. It was our  frighten a track spot after parties so our parents wouldnt find out we had been drinking. In the morning, when they had left for work, we would all go back to our normal suburban life, and sleep until the next party.  every(prenominal) of us, except Taylor. She lived in that  disunify spot. No parenting, no rules, no curfew; we all told her she had the perfect situation.  minuscular did we  hunch, it was all vacant. F   reedom always comes with a price, and no one understood that better than her. But now, that crash spot was being taken away, her whole life ripped out from under her because of a stupid financial mistake. And her home on Anderson Street was  piteous all the way to  assemble Worth, then later Michigan. However, she wasnt invited to the  net crash spot with her  fountain family in Michigan, and all of a sudden, I gained a  brand-new roommate, a sister, and a  best friend.\nIt was really hard stressful to understand why Taylor was the way she was. We were polar opposites. Me, the average  mettle  consort white  tike that lived with overbearing parents and a spoiled rotten younger  sib; and Taylor, the tossed around lower class black girl with a rotten attitude and a tendency to show up to class stoned. I dont know how we managed to come together, but something  connected us in a way no one will ever understand. We  organise a group, her and I. We were full of  disobedient teenagers try   ing to fill a void with drugs and alcohol. What that void was from, I still dont know...   
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