2. School and Trust

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When we finally reached my house, my mom's car was in the drive way.

I wonder what she does when she at home, beacuse she is always alone when im at school.

Ever since my dad left us two years ago my mom has been depressed all of the time.

As soon as i step foot in the door, i smelled the most wonderful smell, and it was my mom cooking dinner. "Dinner honey", my mom said.

Once we finished eating dinner, I couldn't stand to see her looking depressed everyday, so i told her lets go out somewhere together and just have a mother and daughter day out.

So that evening we ate out and talked about my future and how not to have sex as a teenager and how not to fall under peer pressure and then I thought half of my school already had sex before.

By the time my mom and I finished talking and having some quality time with one another, my mom was tired and I was ready to go home.

When we got home we pulled up to our driveway and there was a man standing at our door. As my mom got out of the car she had a smirk on her face.

"Good evening ma'am my name is Derrick, Derrick Bentsen, his deep attracting voice said to my mom.

"Well good evening Derrick. My name is Marla, Marla Vellio" my mom replied.

"I was told by your friend Cassie, that you are single a mother" he said.

"Why yes I am" my mom said without hesitation.

He was standing there tall, with hazel eyes , and light brown hair with a low cut and bronze skin.

While my mom was lost in his eyes and he was lost in her's, it got kind of awkward.... "Ehhhmmm" I said clearing my throat. "Oh" "this is my daughter Makayla" my mom said.

She invited Derrick inside.

My mom and Derrick were sitting on the couch talking for hours, laughing and having a good time.

I was bored so I went up stairs and watched TV and while I was watching TV I doze of into a deep peaceful sleep.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 11, 2013 ⏰

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