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Chapter One The Childhood

I remember when I was only four years old my family moved to a new town. Like every child when moving, I was scared. My parents said it was time for a change. Personally, I liked the small apartment we lived in, with a bathroom, tv room, kitchen, eating area and two bedrooms. It was perfect! I remember the games I played on the carpet, the animal game, when mom and dad loved each other. We would all go down on our hands and knees and pretend to be a cute animal. Those where the good old days. Mom said that we also moved because she wanted a bigger family and she didn't want me to share a room with my new sibling, if they had one. I totally agreed with that logic, I mean, I would never want to share my room and MY toys!

When we finally reached our new home, it was beautiful, it had a pool and a study, four bathrooms, four bedrooms, two toilets, a kitchen, an eating area, a dining room, a huge garden and a living room and a TV room! It was the perfect house. I was really excited to go to school in a weeks time. Back then I actually enjoyed getting up and going to school. Our house was in a secure estate with gaurd a that patrolled the streets at night. Once we had lived the for about two months, my mother called my father and I into a room because she had a family announcement. Mom told us that we we're going to have a new addition to the house, a new baby sister, at first I was excited, but then I realized I wouldn't have all the attention. Nine months went by and my new sister was born, immediately I knew it we would be the best of friends. She was beautiful, my mother asked me what I wanted to name her, I said Angel, but my mom came up with Angela, I loved it, it had a ring to it, Angela Watts.

When I was twelve and Angela was eight, our father left us, he left us for his slut he had been seeing for the past year. Mom was devastated, she didn't know what to do with herself. About a year later, Angela was diagnosed with lung cancer, we tried all we could to save her, but after nine months of treatment, my sister, my best friend left our world. Mom started drinking more and one night at a club she met her boyfriend, Max. He is always drunk. I don't see what mom sees in him. He dropped out of high school in grade 10, he sits at home all day drinking and he doesn't have a job and has no education so mom had to support us all and extend her work nights, on top of all of this, I started to get bullied a lot in school. I sat alone at breaks thinking about my sister. One night my mom told me that she was having another baby girl, I was so excited until she had a miscarriage. I was still alone. I started to draw a lot and hum to myself. I usually go to the place where my sister and I sat for hours talking about life, against the old Willow tree. Tomorrow I start grade 10 and I am very scared. I don't understand why I am scared when I know everybody hates me.