"Grazie Nana, ciao!" I kissed her on the cheek and ran up the steps to get my jacket and necklace. I never left anywhere without my necklace.
I ran into my bed room and looked around for my locket. As I searched on my dresser I gazed into the mirror and frowned. Most people said I looked like my mother, except for my blonde hair, I don't know who I got it from. Sometimes my dad can't even look at me without having a mental breakdown, he's just hurting too much.
"Hey kiddo," I heard a voice say from behind me.
I turned around to see Archie and Aunt Gabby standing in my doorway.
"Where ya headed?" Archie asked me.
We were only a few months apart but I was still older than him. I was 16 and he was still 15 but he always seemed to act younger than his age.
"I'm going up to Cherry Hill,"
