Never what it seems

Moving to New Jersey was never my plan. All I wanted to do was stay in Miami with my pathetic excuse of a mother, go to some cheap community college and study music. I mean it’s not as if I had ever aspect in place it was more of a guide line than a plan, but then my mother overdosed on sleeping pills. I knew it was coming with all the drugs she was taking prescription and not. Her death did not come as a surprise or at least the dyeing part didn't it was more the timing that was the surprise. My mother died only one month before my eighteenth birthday and my high school graduation. Meaning that since I was only seventeen and apparently not qualified to take care of myself I had to move in with a man I barely knew, my father.