I had heard a loud bang from down stairs I dropped my book and made a dash down to investigate. I was only six at the time so I didn't really understand what was happening. But when I left my room I was scared with an image unforgettable. My mom lying on the floor helpless, blood slowly dripping from her fine chiseled lips. I will never forget my moms lifeless eyes when she took her last breathe. "Run" she had managed to gasp out.
I didn't understand what she had meant but I had run up to my room and hid in my closet. I grabbed my stuffed animal and hugged it as tight as I could.
It's been eight years now, I've moved to a new house, with a new family, new friends, new school. I live in a modest family they expected the greatest from me. I have a mother Susan and a father Robert there okay they insist I call them mother and father. They have an adopted baby Morgan, she gets annoying sometimes. I have a couple friends well a lot, but I have only two very close friends we share everything together and we never fight. I'm sort of the "known" kids at school. I'm not popular, I guess but most people talk to me. I get involved in a lot of people's drama, but I'm normally the go to person for advice who won't tell anyone about others secrets. Kinda why I'm so popular because people come to me to try to figure out other people's secrets. It's kinda tough, but it's the way my life goes
To Be Continued....
