Left Behind

Chapter 1: Long Gone

It's been two weeks since my mom went "grocery shopping". As soon as she said she was going grocery shopping I knew she was leaving me. Leaving me behind.

I was always the one to go grocery shopping. My mother's chores and "motherly duties" consisted of paying for the house, and sleeping. She claimed that if she slept enough, she'd wake up energized and ready to start a new day.

She may have fooled herself, but she never fooled me.

People constantly tell me that I need to loosten up. Act my age. But people dont know what goes on behind closed doors. I've been raising myself ever since dad left. He left and never came back. I was only five. I didnt really mind. He was never really a father to me. He pretty much tried to deny that I was partially his responsibility. My mom on the other hand... She took it pretty hard. For months she just stayed in bed. She got involved with drugs and alchohol. Therefore, she wasnt what you would call a stable mother. So, I raised myself. taught myself how to do all the chores. Walked myself to school every day. By the age of 11 I had perfected the lies I had to tell to our landlords when they'd come looking for the rent. The lies I had to tell my teachers when she didnt show up to Parent teacher Interviews , " You see miss, my mother came down with the flu. She thought it would be awfully selfish of her to come and contaminate my classmates". Translation " She doesnt really care about my education or my well being. Also the last thing she wants to do is talk to cheerful teachers, who never stop talking".

CHAPTER 4: The Arrival

*Dont you worry, don't you worry child, see heaven's got a plan for you...*

"How could I not worry? Im going to live with a rich, squeaky clean family. Its obvious I wont fit in" , I thought to myself as I unplugged my headphones. At least dad left me his Ipod. I honestly dont know where I'd be without music.

"Isabelle? Isabelle?", I woke to someone shaking my shoulder gently.

"yeah?", I asked while yawning.

"We've arived", Derryl said. He got out of the driver's seat and cane to my side to open my door for me.

I looked up at the house. It was huge! It looked like a house I saw in my greek mythology textbooks. "Good. A big house means a lot of privacy", I thought to myself.

Derryl walked me to the front door and rang the doorbell. The sound of at least three dogs barking welcomed me. "Coming!", a woman's voice shouted from inside. "Pheobe, Skylar, Jackson! Sit!", the woman's voice sounded once more. With that, the door swung open. Standing there was a tall, tan middle aged (maybe 35 year old woman).

- "Oh hello! You must be Isabelle!", she exclaimed. Jeez. Does she not understand that this isnt the best day of my life? How about a little bit of sympathy? Miss Rich. But instead..

- I mustered as much of a smile as I could, "Thats me"

- "I'm Joanne Rennolds", she extended her hand. I shook it. As we were exchanging our hellos a boy walked up beside her.

- "Isabelle, this is my son Tyler."

- "Hey", Tyler said while smiling. You could tell by the way he carried himself that he thought he was a prince. I hate guys like that!

- "I'm Isabelle", I said.

- " Nice to meet you!", he beamed

-"Likewise", I responded

- " Isabelle I apologise profusely that not all of my family is here to welcome you. My husband Paul is at work and my daughter Peyton is at her best friends challet for the week. She'll be back in 4 days.", Joanne sighed apologetically.