Alright, so this is my first story and I know that the advice given to me was to never say that because it is a perfect opportunity for a more experienced person to come and flame you. But I just thought I'd let everyone know because I'd really like advice.

I also have an account on quizilla, and this story is also on there. But, I have made the first two chapters on here a little bit different.

Thanks so much for reading and advice would be greatly apreciated.

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Prologue

While growing up, I was always one to wonder of my purpose in life. What was I going to be, was a question that always seemed to be popping up in my head and whenever someone asked " Little Ebony, just what do you want to be when you grow up?" I'd always reply with Nancy Willams, the guitarist from Heart. They'd just smile slightly and then move onto my sister.

"And how about you, you little cutie?" They'd ask Thina as they pinched her cheek. "What do you want to be?"

She'd always smile sweetly before pretending to think about it while sticking a finger in her mouth. After a few moments of getting the person who was fasinated by her to say " Oh she adorable Annie!" to my mother, she'd finally squeak " I want to be a cat!" And the person would laugh and laugh along with my mother while cooing over Thina. At first I would laugh to, but after awhile a feeling began to flow through my stomach. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but the more attention Thina got, the more I wanted it too. Thina was the one who told me what it was.

I was complaining about the fact that she had a bigger piece of cake then me when she turned, her hair sweeping elegantly over her shoulder. "Oh Ebony, your just jealous." And It was true, I was.

But, I was telling the truth about wanting to become the guitarist from Heart. I always thought I would do something with music. While Thina was out with her friends, I would be in my room making up music videos or dance moves to my favourite Beatles songs. While my sister played with dolls and wore dresses, I drew pictures. While she dreamed of Ricky Martin, my eyes were only for the beautiful Ritchie Valens.

You should have seen how upset I was when I found out he was dead and I would never get to meet him.

But all of those things that I thought about or did came crashing down when I got that horrible call. The call that seemed to freeze time like my mother's frozen heart. I would never ever be able to see my mother again. She was gone, just like my Ritchie Valens. She had died in a car crash on her way home from picking up a cake on my birthday a day that I thoroughly avoided unless going to the grave yard.

The police say that the cause of death was the car crash and it wasn’t her fault. It was a drunk driver and she was killed instantly. Yet I still feel guilty. Because it was me, the daughter who was never what her mother wanted , who was too stubborn to just have vanilla ice-cream cake instead of making her mother drive out and get chocolate. I also avoided that. I also felt guilty because I had acted childish on that night, demanding chocolate cake after we had gotten in a fight. Heck I was 17! No 17 year old should act like that towards her mother. I could have gone out and done it myself. But somehow my conscious of her always liking Thina better, caused me to become rude, selfish and childish.

And I will regret that for the rest of my life.

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Thanks, and tell me what you think