Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

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It's scary how quickly things can change and how much a person can change.

It was even shocking when I was informed by the school that I had gotten the scholarship to study at the college of Southern California. I was in grave shock and disbelief, but it happened.

My teachers and friends were all thrilled while I was still shaken up. Every time I walked down the school hallway I was congratulated by a member of staff I had never met.

When my mom found out she was, happy I guess. Shocked, with a hint of proud. Something like this was an offer I couldn't turn down but my mother had other plans.

We argued day and night trying to come up with a solution I already had. The plan was that I could stay with my aunt Rahma like I did at the time of the trip, only except this time permanently. She lived with her husband and over the course of almost a year, she now had a little baby girl. She was more like a friend than and aunt to me. She was young and understood all the things my mom could never, but around my mom she portrayed herself as a typical mother.

When I told her about the scholarship it was like she already knew what I was about to ask and beat me to it.

It was a hard process but we managed to convince my mom and the time had come. I said farewell to my siblings and my friends. My friends were honestly the hardest goodbye and we sat around for hours as I packed talking about memories. Annabelle cried the most, even though I assured her I'd seen her again when I came back to see my family.

Sandra and I however didn't have to say goodbye. She was attending the college with me. She was staying in one of the college owned apartments. Her heart had been set on that place since she was young and it meant the world to her that I was going.

I guess you started to realise that I only speak of my mom and not my dad. That is because he left. He went on a so called business trip and didn't come back and it has almost been a year. We called because we were worried sick all the time, but he didn't want to come back. Like that was even a choice. But we couldn't sit around waiting for my dad to make up his mind. My mom picked up to 2 jobs and Me and my older sisters worked on the weekends trying to pay the bills.

My aunt had come to pick me up and take my to lA. The plane ride was quiet with my aunt and I grinning at each other every time our eyes met.

When we finally landed I was greeted with open arms at her house. Her  little baby daughter Yasmine was the cutest thing ever.

The first thing my aunt did was take me shopping because of the weather, it was hotter than Satan's ass. It was beautiful despite the heat. The sun was always shinning upon the tall palm trees.

She dragged me to so many stores and I bought clothes that could last me a entire lifetime. She was very different from my mom, she would tell me to try on clothing that my mom would consider "revealing" and tell me I looked hot. She was a teenager at heart.

School was hard. The students here were nice and Sandra and i made a couple new friends and one great friend called Mike.

It scared me how much better my life had gotten since we were apart. Of course at first it was horrible.

Unbearable, actually. The first few months were hell. I always thought movies and shows exaggerated heartbreak and oh boy I was wrong. It felt like a part of me had been ripped away from me and I had to force myself to live without it. Sandra was by my side and kept assuring me that the pain would fade, I knew it wouldn't. It would only appear that way.