Lani looked out the window, and sighed. The past few days had been a blur. Her moms funeral was awful, she couldn't speak. She tried but technically she lost the only person she grew up with. The only person who knew her life, and it's stories. So how could she speak when her life was taken away (metaphorically). She hates the social workers, and the people who say they're sorry but didn't even know her. She hates that they are taking her to a "grandparent" from her dad's side, which she never met or her father for that matter!
But yet none of that matters and life goes on.
She continues to stare out the window. The trees moving so fast, blurring.
" Twenty more minutes till we are there, you excited?" asked the social worker agent lady. Ironically she looks like a rat with her pointed nose, and squinty eyes.
Lani shrugs and went of back to looking out the window.
"You should really write about your experiences in the diary we gave you, it'll help with the emotions" Lani grabs the journal, gives her a glare, and starts writing.
Dear journal,
The rat lady is making me write in this thing. I hate everyone. Why does the worst things happen to the best people?
Why do we destroy trees when they help us breath? This is my question, and you useless good for nothing journal, why? I'm going to a town in the middle of nowhere. To live with my widowed "grandmother" whom I never even met. Why her? Who's gonna be there, no ones gonna care. I'm going to have to go to stupid school. But yet life is going to go on with or without me, so Im gonna have to deal with it.
She closes her journal, sighs, and looks out the window at the rolling forests.
YOU ARE READING
Freedom
General FictionWhen Lani was a young child her mom always told her less was more. She's fourteen, parentless, and technically homeless. But when she leaves to go to live in here Grandmas home, in a small town in the middle of nowhere... What will she discover?
