Leah Smith's love story (unedited)

The new home

(:_LEAH_:)

Dear Diary

I never really wanted to call you Diary, I actually started with calling you a journal because I thought it was too childish to call you, my diary. But after everything that have happened in my life, I just had the feeling to call you it. It's been two years since the accident and to be honest It's been hard. It's like I don't have a place to call home anymore.

Knowing what my parents would think if they ever found out what I'd be writing about, right now. Because I know they would want me to live a "long happy life" like every other parent say to they're children. And I hated the way people treated me, at the start of the hell. The way they all said, "I am sorry for your loss" (I am sorry that my parents used they're free time caring for them.) No matter that they were bitches to my parents, by the way they would use them to the most simple things like:

grocery shopping

Cleaning

Repairing

That was the way my parents were. They always cared and was sweet to everyone in the Neiborhood. All that I know now is that my life will never be the same as it was before. Anyway, let's not talk about that anymore. Because past is past and its present that matters.

So right now, I am sitting in a car, with Sarah. (She has light brown skin, dark curls, amber Brown eyes, a long Black jacket, that goes all the Way Down to her knee's with a white tank top under and lastly dark blue skinny jeans.) "Ewe I know skinny jeans!"

Sarah is working at a kid care center and have been trying to fit me into any foster family. But it never really felt like a "home" to me: so now I am going to stay at a foster home. In San Diego city, California.

P.S. 

I. Hate. It.

(/+/ PRESENT/+/)

"So, San Diego huh..." Sarah said as I packed my diary all the way into my backpack. "mhmm.." I answered not really in the mood to have a conversation right now 

"You know. There should be some pretty hot high school boys there" 

"SARAH!!" I shout a little too loud, but it was Embarrassing to talk about boys with her, I mean it's like to have "THE CONVERSATION" with your parents. 

"OHH! Come on, we can talk about boys, I mean I can practically pass as your older sister!" she complained. But it's kind of true, she could have passed as my older sister, by the way she dresses. She Literally looks like a 20year old no matter that she actually is 32. But... then on the other hand we don't look alike at all! "Yeah well, it's not like I am going to stay here long enough to get any boy's attention" I mumble to myself quietly hoping that she won't hear me. 

"HEY! I heard that. Cmon, you have got to try at least LEE" 

"Why, why can't I just move in with you! I mean you just said it yourself; you could be my older sister! Besides we have already spent so much time together that it should be okay"

I say frustrated and moved around so that I faced the car window. She sighed before saying 

"Seriously LEE, we have had this convo before, you know if I could take you in, I would already have done it, but you have to understand that I just can't effort it" she held a small pause before talking again.

"Please promise me, that you will give it a chance this time. I am sure that Ms. Nivari are a sweet woman" 

"Please LEE I mean this is going to be the 16th foster home you have been to THIS year" she begged.

I looked at her and sucked in a sharp breath, thinking for a moment before saying "fine... What's the worst that can happen" leaning my head against the car door again and moved a little to try and get a comfortable nap.