Drowning

I'm about to go home, well they call it that. As a seven year old who has moved frequently I'm not sure what home is, with mom or dad, or my nanna. I have been in foster care for two weeks, after moving out of my dad's because of an accident, I actully am not sure if it was an accident or not. I don't know, so I tell the important police people what they want to hear, that my dad chucked me across the back of his A team van. But I don't know if that happened, he could of been pushed or just lost balance, I may be smart for a seven year old, but I don't know that.

I'm upset right now. My foster carers had been playing monopoly with my sister Renee and my brother Lucas and me, May. They had just put it away and told us we were going to live with mum, and we were moving tomorrow. I couldn't say goodbye to my friends at school. And you would think, oh she's only seven she will make friends quickly enough. But as a complete misfit that I am, I most likely won't, so what friends I do have, I hold close to my heart.
I know I will remember her, and how I met her, her name is Paige, and I met her on a 'buddy bench' if you had no friends you were supposed to sit there and wait till someone came along but was hidden in a quiet place so I just sat and read. That day I came along and somebody was sat on my bench. I thought how dare they this is  my bench. Then I looked at her she looked sad and lonely so I walked up to sat down.
I said "this is my reading bench, but you look sad so you can talk if you want,"
She said "thank you" and went quiet again I found it sort of quite curious, and me being 7 year old, I talked some more.
" Do you know how many friends?" I asked rather quite rudely.
She shuck her head sadly .
"Well I will be a friend if you like," I say.
And that's how we became friends.
I started crying thinking about these memories, but stopped quickly remembering my mean big brother was in the room.

Next morning.
I'm in the car silent as we pull up to a small house, my new home. The Christmas decorations are still up, clearly someone spend little time putting them up, and none at all putting them away.
As I walk in the house I am greeted with my mother whom the last words of I remember is 'well you should of thought about that before you were a little brat,' when I was crying I missed her after she shipped me off to my nannas.
She hugged me and I inhaled a strong whiff of cheep perfume. She was going on how she missed me, I snorted in my head, yeah missed me. We were led into a smallish living room where a lopsided tree stood, the tinsel and once shiny baubles were half hanging off, half clinging on. She flopped herself on the old looking leather sofa, while I perched on the arm, and Lucas, Renee, and the woman who brought us here stood up.

Little did I know, this was only the start of my rollercoaster life.