Secrets and lies (Waterloo road )

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I glared at the front door in front of me. How could he? I'm his daughter and he choose her over me, that skank, Chelsea. She's barely 22 and he chose the stuck him cow over me. "I'm your daughter you can't do this to me, you heartless bastard" I yelled as the door sprung open "finally" I said as he handed me a slip of paper "what's this crap" I asked "you always wanted to know about your mother, well this is where she teaches, or should be the head I'm not sure" he said as he walked back towards the door "dad please.....don't do this" I said "your sixteen now neve,you don't need me as you said" he said as he handed me a handful of cash and walked back in slamming the door "I didn't mean it" I said to myself. I glanced around me and looked at the bags that surrounded me. So this was it, my life, just like that in a suitcase and two bags its as of I didn't excist. I starred down at the paper in front of me waterloo road school, Rochdale I guess this is it, I had no other choice but to find the woman who abandoned me and left me all those years ago.

I sat on the train as I traveled to Rochdale, I glanced out of the window watching as the trees passed me. Letting my mind wonder, what is she didn't remember me? What if I'm not good enough? I've always been told I wasn't. What if she doesn't want me, after all those years I wanted want a child I abandoned to turn up. Why did she abandon me, was it really why my dad said because I'm a disappointment and she couldnt stand having me as a daughter? Was it all my fault? Maybe my dad was right I was nothing but a uselss, stupid child that didn't deserve love. I mean who would love me. I wiped my eyes smudging my mascara as I watched as it got dark outside the train. I glanced at a picture I had from when I was little of my mum holding me in her arms. I must of been 9 months or so in the picture, I placed the picture back in my bag and sighed what if she doesn't want me, then what happens?.

I stood of the train with my bags and suitcase and felt the cold air hit me. What now it was too late to go to the school and its not as I f I knew where she lived. I noticed a twenty four hour diner next to the station "what can I get you?" The waitress asked me "hot chocolate please" I said as I sat down and sweeped my long dark hair out of my face. I was cold why didn't I bring a coat. Oh that's right because that bastard kicked me out and wouldn't let me pack my own bags, god damn it he had yo choose that skank, that barbie doll over me I'm his own blood, his daughter and he did that to me. Who does that to their child? Then again my mum wasn't any different she left before I was able to recognize who she was. I guess  both my parents are screw ups and I guess I'm nothing but the child of two screws ups making me a fuck up.

I spent the night sleeping on a bus stop bench. I woke up as the cold air hit me I looked to my watch to see it was just six on the morning. I rubbed my eyes and stood up grabbing my stuff and sighed as my stomach rumbled, here it goes I was off it meet my mother the woman that abandoned me. I walked for about two miles and stood outside the gate and sighed I couldn't bring myself to move my legs. I know she was in there I felt it in my blood as if some sort of connection. I wiped the tears from my eyes and glaced at the picture of last time, at the young blonde on the picture who looked so happy and content. What could make her abandon me was I that bad of a child? I sighed and walked over to the new school and along the corridor, my converses squeaked against the freshly cleaned floor. It wasn't too early but it looked like students had just gone to class. I walked towards the office and seen Rachel mason: Head teacher on the door. So that's who she is Rachel mason. I walked in and she looked up at me and frowened "who are you?" She asked me and I frowend "what's the matter, don't you recognize your own daughter, mum" I said as I slammed the photo down on her desk. She looked at the baby photo of me and her and then looked back to me "neve?"