Complicated

Prologue

You know when you wake up in the morning and you are full of energy? Yeah. Me neither.

I mean if we were meant to pop out of bed we'd all sleep in toasters, but at least I stay active... I do 5 sit-up's every morning, it may not seem like much but there are only so many times you can hit the snooze button.

I've never really liked mornings.

I didn't then and I don't now.

I hate alarm clocks and getting up; for schooling or because someone is  pulling me out of bed to do something.

I could be a morning person... If morning happened around noon...

My alarm clock was buzzing and all I did was lay in my teal bed sheets and process everything that had been happening. I mean... I'm a small town girl, I am the only child of a single mum, the best friend to three rowdy guys and a girl I call my sister, or at least I was... I am supposed to be sneaking out and living a normal teenage life but now I'm here.

I'm not sick nor dying.

I'm not a hostage or in peril danger.

But my life is no longer the same.

And all it took was a few weeks and a few words.

"You are part of a family. Our family... and we want you to come live here, with your family. Because... We love you, always have, always will"

Since when did things get so complicated?