Realization

Preston never really knew what life was.
But her eyes just got rudely opened up the day she turned 27 and her foster mother turns up dead. Find out who killed her, what happens to Preston, and how she finds out who killed her

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2. seven years old

Seven years old

Preston's pov

"Hi, Lily Anna." I said walking inside.

"Hey, lil bits!" She called out from the kitchen. I walked over to her, tears welling up in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"This cute boy name Noel stole my last first kiss." I said smiling, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Honey, your seven. Don't get too ahead in life." She said. I laughed. "Please don't grow up on me, short stock." She begged.

"I can't make any promises." I smiled. Lily Anna rolled her eyes.

"What ever. Just go to your room."

I walked up the stairs. I smiled as I thought of Noel and his friend Dalton, Derrick, and Ceaser. Ceaser was definitely the better to hang out with. Derrick was really funny. And Dalton was just really easy to get along with.

"Oh, Dalton." I murmured, letting out a chuckle.

The funny memory of Dalton began to fade as I stepped into my room. I sighed loudly.

"I miss them already." I frowned. I have always thought Noel and Dalton are cute. And maybe Ceaser. Maybe. I don't know.

The house phone vibrated. I picked it up. "Preston speaking." I said.

"Preston? Hey, it's Dalton."

"How did you get my number?" I asked confused.

"Ceaser." He replied laughing slightly.

"Stocker."I whispered. Dalton was dying of laughter on the other side of the line.

*~*~*

Dalton and I finished talking. I threw myself back in the bed, my head hitting the soft, fluffy pillows. I felt myself become tired and closed my eyes, letting sleep take me away.

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