For Better Or Worse

Chapter 2

I was finally settling in. It had been a few days and my new family seemed to actually care about me. They had been helping me register for school. They had actually talked to me about college, which was surprising to me. College was never something that had crossed my mind. I actually never thought about making it this far in life. My only worry was mine and my mom's survival, but I was the only one left to survive now.

Aside from showing me compassion, my new guardians took me in and tried to make me a part of their family. They had never been able to have kids themselves. Which is probably why they had so much love for someone like me. They were determined to help me switch my life around. In the few days they had taken me shopping and just helped me explore the small town. Simply going out for ice cream was something that I had never had good memories about. They introduced me to some of their younger family members hoping that we would become friends, and for the most part it did work. They were super friendly toward me, but I was extremely awkward. They could sense the slight nervousness anytime that I would reply to anything they told me. I tried my hardest to hide. I really didn't want to fuck anything up. I honestly just wanted to continue with my life. Or at least continue past the broken Emily that had been breaking ever so slowly deep down inside of me. Being away from all the craziness that had happened in my life was slowly but surely going to help.

I was still visiting with a counselor every week. Although I had a new counselor it wasn't hard for me to open up to her. Her name was Mary. My mom was very religious, up until the day that she died. So the fact that my counselors name was Mary was something that stuck with me. I took it as a sign that things were going to eventually get better for me. I was doing OK with my life. The fact that I was an orphan wasn't going to stop me from trying to me happy and successful in life. My foster parents would take me to visit my mom's grave on occasions. One day while I was there, I promised her that I was going to graduate and go to college. I was planning to become a counselor. I wanted to help other people who were going through a hard time like me. I know it might sound cheesy and stupid, but I wanted to make a difference in someone's life. There were so many people around me that had made such impactful impression on my life. I wanted to be something of influencer I guess you could say. But that was just a thought right now. I would have to work my ass off if I wanted to do something important with my life.