'Don't try to make me stay or ask if I'm okay, I don't have the answer. Don't make me stay the night or ask if I'm alright, I don't have the answer...'
My music blasts in my earphones shutting everything around me out. The Television, The neighbors dog, And my parents.
We just moved to this house two weeks ago, and this is the most I've relaxed. We moved like every year. It feels like I'm in the right place and everything is fine, then we move. I always ask. and I always get the same answer "Your dad got a new job offer!" Its bull , but I've decided to go along with it. My mom and I are nothing alike. Neither my dad. I've moved so much I don't even know my family. None of my family.
I barely know my mom and dad. I don't bother to talk to them either, and they are the same with me. The only word I hear from my mom is "Dinner." That's all. I was so spoiled when I was younger but now it's nothing. Every now and then I think about my childhood , and flash backs of another lady appear. I've never seen her in my life. I always thought I was dreaming , but I'm not. I'm wide awake. With a stranger in my head.
"Laila? Laila answer me!" My mom calls clearly annoyed, She's actually really annoying sometimes.
"What?" I answer with the same amount of attitude.
Her eyes roll back "Did you hear a word I said?" She sighs.
"No, and I don't care to find out."
She looks at me with wide eyes.
"I'm going out." I say, I'll do anything to get out of this house right now.
"And where might you be going?"
I pick up my bag and my keys and walk past her out the door. "Anywhere but here."
"Wait! You can't go anywhere unless you tell me where!" She calls but I ignore her.
I make my way to my car. I love my car. It's a 2012 Chevrolet camaro. I just got it last year , Of course my parents didn't buy it. I had to work a full-time job everywhere until I finally got the money.
I open my door and drop in the driver's side. Sighing I take out my iPhone. I'm always just basically on Twitter and tumblr. I have no friends in real life. Its sad how much we move. To be honest , I wouldn't have friends if we didn't move so much. I can't. I wouldn't care about friendship.
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Battled and Wounded
Teen FictionLaila Rena Howe , a 16 year old adopted at 3 months is alone. She's been alone for 16 years. Her parents move a lot causing her to have no friends. But, she doesn't know her real life. Her real parents, her siblings, her family. Her adoptive parent...
