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part 10.8

Michaela P.O.V.
As soon as I got to my Auntie's Pat house I tired to go to my room I have here but she said kitchen so I went to the kitchen and sat down on the barstool.

"Hey KK!" My uncle called me my special nickname and kissed my forehead.

"Where is the note?" My Auntie came in and stood on the other side of the island.

I got it out my backpack that was on my back and handed it to her.

She took it out of my hand and uncle Gary glanced.

"I'm going to grab your bags out the car."  He said before leaving out the kitchen. I held my head up with my arm on the island.

"So you want to tell me whats going on with you?" Auntie Pat asked.

"Not really." I muttered.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Everything is fine Auntie Pat, please." I said. I hopped off the barstool and went to my room.

I got ready for bed and laid down. I heard the door creak open and saw my cousin Rayah she's 13.

"What Rayah?" I said with my body facing her.

"I heard you and my mom. Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah im good. No need to worry about me." I told her. "You good?" I asked.

"Yeah I just wanted to check on you. Goodnight." She said then left out the room quietly.

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The next day I got ready for school like I always do. My mom and sister taped their Oprah episode yesterday and it airs on Saturday night at 8. During the time I'm suppose to be at my grandmother's with my brothers and sister.

During lunch time I got a clip from the interview sent to my phone from my bestfriend Sam. I went to the bathroom, then to the handicap toilet stall and plug in my headphones. I leaned against the stall wall and listen in on the clip of the interview.

"What can you tell us about the drugs?" Oprah asked her.

"They were a powerful thing." She answered.

"And there were times you would lock yourselves in your room and just did drugs." Oprah asked her.

"Yes, that and watch t.v. and my Bible." She said to her.

The interview cut off after that. I just kept replaying what she said in my head. I knew my mom was on drugs before when she gave me away but I did not know she was on them while I was living with my dad.

This explains a lot on why she wasn't there for me when I was younger. Or couldn't come to my recitals.

I found myself crying and wiped my face. Instead of going back to class I left. I called a driver and told him that im ready to go to the airport. Since it was lunch time he already had my bags with him.

He arrived and picked me up from the park down the road from the school. Then we went to the airport, another driver was going to pick me up from LAX.

I got on the plane and plugged my headphones in waiting for it to take off. I received a text from Krissy and my mom.

Big sis Krissy: Don't look at any interview clips or watch the interview on Saturday before mom has a chance to talk to you.

Normally I would reply right back but at this point I don't want to hear what she has to say. My mom sent a similar text.