This is my first time flying. It's not going well. I usually love flying but this time I forgot Andy. Andy's my stuffed pig. I take Andy everywhere from my bed to school and even to London which is where me and Mother are flying to right now to see Carl, my Mom's boyfriend. I'm 10 years old and I still have a stuffed animal I can't live without. Lame I know. When I was 6 my dad gave it to me. About a week later he and my Mother were on their way home from dinner. The roads were overly iced and Mom lost control. She steered off the road and the car rolled over, and over, and over until they landed in a ditch. As you can tell my Mother survived. My dad... not so much. To this day I can't forgive mom for what she's done. I realize she didn't mean to but I don't know how else to cope with it. Dad was my best friend and the fact that we have to fly all the way out to see stupid Carl for Christmas infuriates me. I hate Carl I always have. He thinks he can take my dads place? I don't think so. I was forced to fly out here with Mother therefor I've agreed to not speak the whole trip. Mother tries talking to me but I continue to gaze out the window and watch us get higher and closer to Carl.
