I wake up to my stupid alarm clock going off. I sigh. It was time to move. I could not believe it. I said that I was gonna grow up in this house. But that all went to flames after now. I'm a normal 17 years old girl with a 5 years old daughter. I sigh and roll my eyes.
I pack and then put north in her car seat. North is my daughter. I look at the house and see me and my friend Running around and playing the yard. All gone. But most of all, the party room. The place that no one will ever dare go in. Why? You ask. Well my dad died. He was a singer. His name was Travis Scott or something. We dont dare speak of his name. Ever! Its a Hispanic tradition in my family. Anywase. I get in the car and sit up front. My sister Was in the back. She is 1 years old. Her name is Stormi. My name is Astro, Astro Webster. I have always gotten bullied but nobody ever knew. And this is my story enjoy😀...
