Night Walker

New Life

March 3rd, 10:33 am

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Hello Everyone, It's Fern again today I start my new life, In Gotham, Yeah Gotham City, where crime rates are high, but... To unforeseen circumstances... I lost my Parents in a plane crash on their way to Star City. So I'm moving to a Gotham Orphanage, at the age of 16.. I loved my Mother dearly but my mother's husband, who was not my father, was nothing but abusive to my mother when she took him in and helped him. Well yes it's sad he's gone, but my mothers death took me the hardest. You see, My mother left me a letter to read if anything happened to her and I plan on reading it when I get to Gotham, I have it in my backpack. But leaving my home.. the place I grew up... It's hard.. Anyway good day my ladies and Gents.

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After writing in the blog I folded up my laptop, shoved it into my backpack and stepped back and looked at my room... The room where my mother would read to me when I was little, The room I would sneak back into after going for a late night walk in the forest, The room that in its own was amazing, It made memories and shall make another girl happy, when the house is finally put up for sale by the government. As a tear slips from my bi-color eyes, I wiped it away as I heard the Social Workers truck stop in the driveway. You see my Social Worker has this old red orange beat up truck, Kinda like the one that Bella from Twilight owns, yeah like that. I make my way down the stairs, one creak and thud at a time, I make my way into the kitchen then into the dinning room as my social worker walks into the door.

I have my duffel bag of clothing and special items near the exit of the dining room. The dark wood floor is covered in a light peach rug with light gray patterns. Sits in the entryway. I slowly scrap my converse covered feet on the floor one last time before I pick up my Duffel with my backpack on my back, Slowly I turn to the Social Worker and say " Hey Mr. Blake, I'm as ready as I can be'' He responds with '' Good Kid, Let's go.". You see Mr. Blake is well mid to late 30's with a rough voice (he used to smoke a lot when he was younger). That's all I know about the man, and that he will be driving me to Gotham from Metropolis.

I step out the door of the old home, and onto the pathway, I quickly make way to the old truck I jump into the passenger side and set my things behind me and keep my eyes low as Mr. Blake makes his way to the truck, when he gets into the vehicle he turns the radio on, slowly pulls out of the driveway I look up at my home, and tears fall fast and hard onto my jean covered legs. Simply not letting out any sound as my shoulders shake and my face gets wet, the further my home gets from my eye site the faster the tears come, as all the memories of my childhood come back. Me playing in the front yard with my mother on the porch as she watches me play with the dirt and twigs making mud-man.. You know a snowman with mud and twigs but we had no snow. It was the middle of summer. Then on my first day of high school when I came back in a bad mood because the kids didn't understand me, and thought I was a freak.. I barged into the house, slammed the front door, dropped my bag and ran to my room, put my music into my ears and sat in the bay window. My mother came in a couple minutes later with two pints of ice cream, a movie, and blankets. She always knew how to cheer me up.

I smiled at the thought of my mother, the way she was, her soft blond hair with her green, green eyes with large lashes that anyone would fall for, she was tall and curved but not to curved, she had long slender fingers, but the back of her hands where scared from hard labor and working with animals at the shelter. She always was a beautiful woman, I think my dad thought so too and that's how I came to be after one night.. My mother never mentioned my father other than they both agreed it would be better for that night to be only one night. I looked up into the window as a soft song was on the radio, I hummed the tune, and like that I was on the way to Gotham, My new place to Live, the new place I would call home.