I never planned on any of this. I never planned on staying with my aunt, not to sound rude. I had a nice life, with my mother and father. But when I was 7, a dumb car crash killed my parents, and broke my arm.
I now have a cast, and have to write with my right hand.No friends to walk with, none to laugh with, or even share my problems with. A counselor has to do all of that. I always smile because I feel like I will let everyone down, allowing them to know the truth on how I really feel.
Faking a smile could almost be the worst thing to do. Knowing that any day you could break down in tears, because you've been holding them back for the longest. It hurts, but over the years, I've learned how to control them.
Staying with my aunt, isn't as bad as it sounds. It's not like she's evil or anything, I just feel lonely. She's always at work, so I never really have anyone to talk to. She works at an airport, so I usually stay home alone, while she's on business trips.
So I've decided, maybe it's time. Maybe it's time for me to go. I'm almost positive my aunt is tired of me. I mean, if I was told that my brother and sister-in-law had died in a car accident and that I had to take care of their child for the rest of my life, until I past, I would be upset.
So maybe if I runaway, I will find a better life. A better life far, far away from here, I will have a chance at being happy. Maybe I won't have family. And maybe I don't have my arm fixed, but I will find a way to get there. To happiness.
