#wilder fdc

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Later that night, we received a knock on the door. There had been an accident and Cloe... she was gone. She wasn’t coming home. My sister, my only friend was taken from us in a blink of an eye. 

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You’re probably thinking, Your life doesn’t sound too bad. Of course things are tense in your house with you combating your mom at every twist and turn.

You’d be right for the most part. Sure, most of the troubles I faced were at my own hands. I’m a big enough person to admit that. But no... the thing that forever changed our family happened at the end of our junior year. It was the night of the last school dance. 

Cloe, Noelle and Aaron were dressed up in their finest, ready to dance the night away.

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I, on the other hand, was lounging around the house. Grounded as usual, but it’s not like I wanted to actually go to the dance. I don’t have many regrets, but not going out that night... I should have been there. Sure, some shrink out there would say that there was nothing I could have done. That had I been there, I could have suffered the same fate as her. 

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Cloe continued making friends like there was no tomorrow. Her closest ones were Noelle and Aaron. The three were constantly hanging out. 

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I even started picking fights with random strangers. It didn’t matter who they were. They didn’t even have to look at me funny. I just lashed out with no care in the world.

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My acting out only grew worse with the death of my sister. I spent more time out on the street than at home. Going to school was nonexistent.

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By the time my teens years were about to hit, Mom and I no longer could have simple exchanges. She was tired of my shit and I could care less.

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Mom tried to have patience with me. She tried every parenting technique to get me to stop. More often than not, we would end up in a shouting match.