Till Death do us Part

Chapter 1

(This is more like a short intro chapter)

Hi, I'm Eiko. I was born in 2005 and im here to kinda tell my story us until the present day. I lived with my dad until middle school. We'll start off my life when i moved in with my mom since i don't remember life with my dad. It was also my first time meeting my mom. Mom had seemed so nice and i had looked just like her, amber eyes, blonde, but my skin was a bit darker. When mom saw me she had a look of disgust before smiling at me and welcoming me into her home. She had a conversation with my dad and then shut the door. Mom led me to my room and ket me go inside on my own. My room was Huge! There was a art desk next to the door, a TV above, a window on the wall to the front yard, my bed on the back wall next to the window, art supplies was everywhere, there was a huge shelf with more art stuff and some drawers at the foot of my bed. To the other side of the room was a closet that was basically part of the wall with a good amount of outfits. I looked around and grabbed a canvas and some paints. I looked for the remote and put something on the TV before sitting at the art desk and started painting. I painted for around 2 hours making a scenery i still love today. I turned on the fan and looked out the window, leaving the painting on the desk. I stared out the window at passing cars before mom called me. I quickly went to her and she started to talk to me in English (i didn't understand it yet, i was still learning) she said something along the lines of "now that your living with me, your gonna have rules. Rule one. You can't eat without permission. Rule two, you Cannot enter my room unless I call you or you're told to get something. And three, you will learn English and use a english name." She said to me. I didn't understand but just nodded. I slowly went back to my room and layed on my bed. It took me a bit to process what mom had told me. "I can't eat without permission?" I said in my broken English. I realized slowly that mom wasn't going to be a good mom. I sat on my bed, staring at the wall, missing my dad. "This is where i live now" i muttered to myself in broken English, realizing i was most likely never, ever, going home again.