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Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A little nervous?

As I walk out of the car I feel myself tense up, instead of heading towards the deck to reach my smiling extended family I turn to go toward the trunk. It's only for a year, you only have to survive a year. I can't tell you how many times I've repeated that sentence. Over and over and over again, trying to convince myself that if I truly believe it will be true.

I sigh as I pop the trunk, I wish I would have brought more of my stuff... I only really brought my clothes and some drawing stuff. So... everything I can't survive without!

"Sweety? I'll help you with your bags later! Come say hello to your sister! She's been dying to see you!" My mother calls from the deck, she sounds so cheerful, so sure of herself. Why wouldn't she be? She won didn't she?

When I was around nine years old my mother met Chris "through a friend" she had told me, I had found out two years later she had met him online. It wouldn't have bothered me I guess if she would have told me the truth instead of lying to me about it. But that's what she does best now isn't it? On the way home from this nightmare trip she told me I had a choice. Now remember this is a nine year old girl, I could either live with her in Michigan with this man I didn't even know leave my dad, all my family, and friends behind or I could live with dad.

Guess who wasn't to thrilled when I chose daddy?

Ever since then our relationship had been rocky, we never really had a relationship though, even when I was a baby it was always dad. Mom was always at work or sick, reading, sleeping, or too busy drinking with her friends to spend time with me. I guess that's why the few times I've visited her on school breaks she's been such a kiss ass.

Well for a few years I tried to maintain a relationship with her, is call her every week, visit her over every break, and spend summers there. I decided to stop going there for the summer a few years ago. I wanted to go on a vacation with my father and grandmother, the two people I love most in the world, my mother was pissed. She didn't talk to me for the whole summer. Not even a text message. That's when I really quit trying to have a relationship with her.

It didn't bother me when she left, it didn't bother me when she ignored my calls or texts, it didn't bother me that I spent summers locked in my room alone, it didn't bother me when mom replaced me with my half sister Danielle, but that was the nail in the coffin. "Why can't you just be happy for me?" She always threw that one at me, it was her favorite way to manipulate me. Now she likes to use my three year old sibling. Cold right?

Well now that you know my feelings toward the woman that gave me life I should probably tell you her name. Lori. Don't take my word for her being a bad mom though! She's great to Dannielle! And she's at least trying to get through to me! Maybe living with her will brighten up both our lives? Ha! I doubt it.

Wish me luck.