The cold wind pressed on me causing my hair to cover my face, occasionaly blinding my view while I was walking my way home from school . Thinking about what my friend piper was going to do this weekend with her family made me feel lonely like I'd never get to do that with my own family. Part of me felt jelous of her . Mainly because I lived with my dad , my mum died when I was 1 and a half years old . Dad told me I look just like her we both share the same dark green colour eyes , dark brown straight hair with blond ends as well as her keen passion in painting the beaty of nature. All these memories of her made me feel full of joy and power . Dad never tells me how she died which upsets me alot . Oh I forgot to tell you my name is Olivia harper I'm 15 years old by now I'm guessing that yous know half of my life story but there's more to come.
