Metal Roofing: A Short Story

I will never buy metal roofing. It was sometime last year that the house across the street from my grandmother caught fire. Only recently had they installed the metal roofing and on that fateful night, their house was struck by lightning. Luckily they happened to be out at dinner, but in the end the house ended up completely destroyed. This event even made the papers, but I myself would never talk to them and ask how things were going.
This mentioned because I used to know that family so very well. The two girls that lived there used to be my best friends, really my only friends outside of school. One day, after a series of events that occurred, it resulted in the moving of me from my grandmother’s into my aunt’s house and most all connection to those friends cut off. The first thing to occur to me was that things could change very quickly and drastically without one, having done anything wrong, and two, having any input on what was changing. That often I would have no control and would have to learn how to deal with

As a ten year old I was forced to mature. Not in the sense that I had to become the sole breadwinner of the family but before then I had grown up in this bubble that was all about me. I had lived with my grandmother and I was the only child there. Although I did spend a lot of my time around my cousins it was much different experience actually living with them.
When I moved in with my aunt, I became the fifth and youngest of the bunch. I shared a room with my much older cousin, and while I never remember her saying anything about it, I can’t imagine the burden of having a ten year old move into your bedroom as a senior in highschool. So to Alexa, I’m sorry. I was forced into a place where it wasn’t all about me, in fact it was about everything but me. With five kids in the family, there were things that were much more important than