The Actual life of Claire Moore

Chapter 1 (inside)

When I was five years old, my dad brought me into kindergarten. He was one of those dads who cared about there kids and made them pancakes every morning and read to them every night. He was one of those genuine amazing dads.

He brought me in that day with some donuts we had bought at a shop on the way to school. He hadn't just left me there in class like most of the parents had with their kids. No. He walked me up to the teacher and introduced me.

"Claire, sweetie, this is Mrs. Peterson. She's gonna be taking care of you until I get back okay?"

I nodded.

I didn't say anything to my dad.

I just nodded.

I didn't know, that in a matter of hours my dad would be gone and the last thing I ever would do was nod to him.

After his death, my mom got remarried immediately. My grandma didn't like that at all. She told my mom that her son deserved more respect and that getting married a month after his departure was selfish and cruel. But my mom was sad. Beyond sad. Her heart had been broken and she would do anything to take away the pain.

So she took Dave.

Dave was my moms friend from work. He was divorced and had two kids of his own named Parker and Bill. A year later Dave and my Mom divorced.

Next there was Charles who seemed nice enough until they were married and he turned out to be a terrible person who fed off of the misery of others. He didn't last more than three months.

Next there was Craig,
Then Derek,
Then Frank.

And so the pattern progressed on and on.

Finally my mom gave up on men and in doing so, gave up on the world around her. All that was important to her was me and herself.

And then slowly it became just herself.

(End of Chapter 1)