Sarah's POV
It had been exactly a three months since I arrived at training. I was crying almost everyday. My mates were stuck up and super mean. I was always called names and called weak. Just when I thought that I couldn't take it any longer I got a phone call. It was from my aunt Stephanie. What!? No. She said that my mom just died. I packed my bags and quit. I tried my best to stay strong. Not to cry. I told my self to be brave. I couldn't. I hopped on the closest flight to LA. I had sold my apartment so there was no where to go.
When I got to LA I got a cab to go to the store. I was going to buy flowers to take to my moms funeral. My dad had died last year so she was all that was left. When I walked in I saw Mitch.
I ran up to him with tears streaming down my face. I hugged him as tight as I could. There was no time for explaining. I just wanted to be in his arms forever.
