Can he mend the broken?

Chapter 1: Moving day

Ana's POV

I woke up to a knock at my bedroom door knowing who it was and why my mother was knocking on my door at five in the morning. "I know I know i'm getting up now!" I exclaimed. I sat in my bed staring at all the boxes stacked up in my room not wanting to slide out of my fleecy blankets. After a minute I decided to get up off my mattress which was on the floor because my bed frame was already at the new house. I headed over to one of the boxes that was labelled sloppily "Ana's clothes" in black sharpie. I opened it and took out my white Nirvana crop top and black high waisted jeans along with a pair of mismatched socks and walked to the bathroom. I put my cloths on and put my long black hair in a messy bun followed by brushing my teeth. I threw on my converse and lifted a somewhat heavy box filled with some of my clothes and walked down stairs. My mom chose to move out of northern Chicago to live with some man she met at a party that she is now in love with. Ever since my dad died she started going out every night and chooses to be with the worst guys ever that drug her up all the time and usually leave. I don't want to move, I don't want to leave my friends who helped me out when I needed somewhere to go when things weren't okay at home. I finished bringing my boxes down while my mom put them in the car and we took off.