I woke up like every other day. I was alone in a house I was scared of. I was taken from my father a week ago. I'm 15. Now I live with my grandma now I hate it here. Don't get me wrong I love her I just can't look at her after my pa died. She thinks that its because of what's happen in the last week. It is but not the reason im not talking to her. My grandma says my dad was taken away for murder. He wasnt.
