It had been a month and we started hadn't heard from my mother. I hoped she was okay, but I was happy living with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. I was starting school tomorrow and excited for the chance to start a new life here. Mrs. Taylor had taken me to get new clothes and a backpack, something my mother had never done. I was tired of living that life though, tired of feeling sorry for myself and watching everyone around me having a good time and enjoying them self while I stayed home alone and cried waiting for my mom to chance. It wasn't about her anymore it was about me and how I choose to live the rest of my life. bump if u like it I'll update.. sorry it took me so long for the ppl that actually enjoyed reading it thank u.