Story of my life

As looking out the window one last glimpse of my dads face tears streaming down my face is this the last stand I feel alone

"how do you like your new home?" A tall young red head asked me in curiosity.

I said nothing my face said it all.

" I know it will take some getting used to but we are so happy we could .." I cut her off "this is temporary I don't want a life here" I screamed out of anger.

" OK then I will take you're bags to your room"

"Fine I don't give a shit" I said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

my name is Anoxina I'm 13 years old and you can probably guess from the title this is the story of my life. but this is just the start of it.

the part I'm in now is 4 years ago and the start of the end.