It was August 15th 2014 and I was officially getting kicked out of my apartment. I lived with my brother, my dad, and my cat, his name is kitty. My mom passed away in September of 2014 and ever sense she's been gone the manager of my apartment building has been on our ass about everything. Yeah I was sad that I had to leave but at the same time I was a little relieved.
But leaving this house meant living with my dads girlfriend who I guess you can say I liked. She lived an hour away from me so there was no I way I was staying at the same school I went to. That made me extremely sad. This school was the only school I ever liked not because I was popular but because I felt like I belonged. Nobody commented on what I wore and nobody ever asked about my personal life, even though I was known as the girl with the dead mom. That's how I liked it.
A few weeks later we moved into my dads girlfriends house, her names Khloe and in her house lives her two kids and her mother. Great right ?
Me and my brother had to share a room which I still hate only because he's constantly on the phone at 3 in the morning arguing with him girlfriend. I didn't like it here at all, and I still don't.The first day of school is near so my step mom decided to take me to my new school to have me registered. It's across the street from my new home and it looks like a college campus. Maybe bigger. I know for a fact that I'm going to get lost the first day of school and look like a complete idiot. At least the uniform colors are cute, purple, black and white.
One thing that I had on my mind walking into the school was how I wished the boys were really cute because at my old school they weren't. And if they were they only wanted one thing which, I wasn't ready to give up yet. I've never had a boyfriend before which surprises people but I'm waiting to find someone that genuinely likes me for me. Not for anything else. me.
My dad always said that this would be a New Beginning for me and that he promises I'll enjoy my new school and make great friends. I hope he's right.
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