This might not be all that good, but let me know what u think....
My name is Mia, I'm seventeen an I've learned that not everyone has a good life, let me show you a bit of my life, to let anyone who has a hard life, or has been done wrong by the people that we had believed that had loved an cared for. Ever since I could remember my mom has been in my life, my dad isn't someone you can count on. When I was six my mom went through a bad divorce, not only did she lose her husband but she lost her daughter. She still had me but I wasn't enough for her. When my sister Liz had came back to us, my mother came around and I was no longer fending for my self. Don't get my wrong my mother tried her best, well through my eyes I believe she had lost her way. She was always throwing party's with her "boys". The weird thing is that I expected this from my mother. I once remember the three of us in a car "Girls their is something that I have to tell you, I'm sick an I have to get surgery". Liz an I had started to cry, but asked our mother "Are you going to be okay, an whats wrong"? With a simple answer my mother says "I have cancer". Liz an I had started crying even harder. The fear of losing someone that you have known since the day you were born, is unbearable for two little girls, as the days an weeks go by. We still have our mother, I don't remember her getting surgery done. We weren't worried because we still had our mother. Later on my mom ended up having a boyfriend that had a daughter, an her name was Megan. The three of us got along we would play an enjoy our days, but that had came to an end. One day we disappeared out of my home town leaving behind my brother Alan who is a year older then I, an my sister Ellana who was five years younger then I. Unfortunately the three of us had different mothers, and it didn't help any with my mother moving us hours away from family. She had meet this guy over the Internet and a week later we moved, I was in fourth grade when this had happened so i was about twelve.
Chapter 2
After we had moved, everything had flipped upside down. Everything I once Knew was gone, no matter how hard I tryed I couldn't seem to get it back. This was a life lesson, I had learned that I was alone, this scared me soo much, but thier was nothing I could do to change it. My mother had blamed for everything if it was bad or wrong, if I did it or not it was still my fault.Once i realized their was nothing I could do to change everything, including me, it was my fault that it had happened. As each daywent by, it got harder n me, for some reason my mother hated me. If i were to speak to Liz in a rude way it was wrong, an it was okay for her. My mother and I had got into an argumentbecause she says "Liz was the one that got new glasses last year", "Mother that was me, because I needed stronger lenses, after I broke my last pair". "Mia that was deff. Liz that I took to get new frames." I said whatever an started feeling that Liz was the one she wanted, an I was a mistake, because everything she had ever done for me, she said that it was Liz, as if shes the only one that she would do anything for. What hurt the most was knowing that their was nothing I could do to change it. As I grew older I started hating my mother. She never taught me how to love or how to care. I know this seems impossible beacause a mother is supposed to teach their kids everything their is to know about life. I believe she never cared or loved me all because of the way she had treated me, soo different then any other child, everyone knows that kids will be kids and they will make mistakes. Mistakes were part of life, but it was wrong for me to make them. My mother once said " Im sick of your shit, an pack everything". All because I did something that she didnt approve of. This wasnt the first time she told me to pack my belongings. Matter of fact she told me yesterday if Ikeep up with my shit, she told me to leave all because she was tired of me not listening to her. My step dad had conveinced her not to kick me out. I dont know why he wanted me, let alone see me as his daughter, he had two kids of his own. He had treated me soo different from the rest of the kids. Its as if he saw me more then his daughter, as if he wanted more from me, but i was only assuming.
Chapter 3.
I was in the tenth grade, things at home for me were harder then ever. I tryed my best not to leave my room. It was the only place I was safe, an I had to protect myself some how an that was the only way I knew how to. I knew that my mother was going to be rude or give me a dirty looks. For what reasons, I dont know, as if she hated me because I was soo much like my father and didnt see anything of her in me. I know thats not a good reason to treat me like that but their was nothing I can do to change who my father is, we cant pick it just happens. Two weeks go bye, my step dad talks to my mother to see why shes treating me the way she is. The next thing I know my step dad is talking to me. "Mia for some reason your mother believes you have a thing for me". "Why, an were did she get this from?" "Mia relax, its because when she comes in the room, you leave an she thinks that you are hiding". "I leave because she always yells at me, so i leave the room when she comes in, i cant seemto do anything right. Im hiding because all i feel from her is hatred, an regret". At this point im in tears because im furious.
Let me know what you think, dont think i did all that well on the last two chapters.
