New Life

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I have to admit,moving from my loving home,where it is usually sunny and hot,to a rainy and foggy place.I kind of hate it already,way too gloomy for my taste.I want to go back,but dad got a new job,which meant we had to move to be closer to it.To tell you the truth,I would rather be poor,then live in another place.I grew up in California,and loved it.i had friends everywhere and I knew everyone.I could wear shorts and be comfortable,but now it's going to be jeans and hoodies.

No matter how many times I whined and complained to my dad,he didn't budge.I bet we wouldn't have moved if mom was still here.She would have thought about my feelings and thoughts in this.Sadly we lost her on my 12th birthday,due to a school bus driver who wasn't looking where he was going.I remember that horrible day like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

I had just came out of the school with my sixth grade class,waiting for our parents to pick us up,the usual.I was talking to my friend Faith at the time,not noticing that my mom had already pulled up.She had gotten out of the car to come get me.She did this everyday,knowing that I hated crossing the street by myself.I always needed to hold her hand,no matter how old I had gotten.

I was still babbling on to Faith,not knowing what was yet to come.That's when everything went bad,I heard her scream and then everything went silent.I didn't want to turn my head,but faith insisted that I see what happened,I kind of wish that I hadn't listened to her.I turned to see what had happened,the scene before me was gruesome.

I didn't see my mom, but what did see would change my life forever.Like I said,I didn't see my mom,but all I could see was the school bus.Yeah I know what your thinking,she probably went around,that wasn't the case.Yes there was the school bus,but the front of it was smeared in blood, alot of it at that.

I was so shocked, I didn't move,I didn't cry.I wanted to scream but every time I opened my mouth nothing came out but a whimper.I just sat there bug eyed,and silent. I didn't want to see what was under the bus when they backed it up,so I just closed my eyes.I had to wait for my dad to get me after that,he was sobbing and sniffling.Unlike his zombie like daughter,I stayed that way for about two years.We eventually forgot about that unfaithful accident,and tried to get on with our lives in California.

*flashback ends*

Eventually dad and I just got used to the fact that my mother was gone,there was nothing we could do.After a few job fails,and a few depression episodes,my dad found a job in Florida.To tell you the truth,I'm not happy with it but whatever makes my dad happy.i hated seeing him in the depression state he used to be in alot. For days my father wouldn't eat,drink,or bathe.Let me just say,he did not smell so great for a while.

I don't think anyone should have to see a loved on die,no one should have to see that.Here and there I had to help my father out of his depression state and juggle school along with it.I had to grow up pretty quickly to tell you the truth,just fro my father's sake.By the age of 14 had already had a job,I was a babysitter.You see,remember when I told yo u that dad would get all depressed and stuff.During those times he would forget to buy things or he would leave things out.

During his 'Depression Fits',as I would call them,alot of things would spoil or we would run out.I had to start buying toothpaste and milk,(not mixed together,that's just gross.)I was practically an adult by then,I could get my own place but I don't want to leave dad.With all that I've lost,I don't want to lose my father,if I do;I have nothing.My father is my life now,taking him away is like killing me.

If I can either get dad to stay strong then I'll go back to Cali,but if I can't then I have to deal with this.I'll try my best to keep him sane but if I have to,I will,not to be mean,put my father in a mental home.