A month after my mom died i was living with another woman i did not know. I was confused and lost that Christmas we moved away from all my family members. My uncle and cousins all moved south while we kept moving north farther and farther from the family i was once so close to. Our little family was finally broken we all became so distance only saw each other on certain occasions. The people i once spent everyday with is now just memories. The girl my dad had met had two kids already they were my step brother and sister. I began to have a strong hatred against my dad i hated everything my new school was horrible the kids would pick on me because i wasn't born or raised like they were AGAIN I WAS ONLY 8!!! my childhood soon began to go down hill i met friends i shouldn't hang around at a young age. I felt like everything needed to go burn in hell i did not like my new step mom it wasn't something i should get used to i felt like it was a good thing to not like my step mom.
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My Life..
Randomi was only 8 years old.. mother in the hospital.. dad gone.. school stressing.. ......... years past so here i am..