what are they doing here?
chap2
"when you we're little your dad and i needed money to raise you.so Dave gave your dad money. if you married his son when you turned 15." mom cried, sobbing."stupid jerk." i muttered."please don't hate me for this, honey." mom whispered. "i don't hate you mom, I'm just mad at dad." i said. "you'd better go pack. we'll take care of your mom."Cindy said.'thanks." i said, smiling at her.i walked up to my room, packing all my clothes in to two pink and purple suitcases, my i pod in my purse, and all my other things into a smaller case. i heard something knocking on my door."come in."i said. daimen walked in"need any help getting this stuff down stairs?mom said to come ask." he said.at the mention of Cindy, a tear that had threatened to come out before did. I'd miss mom so much!"shhh...don't cry." daimen whisperd. he came up to me and hugged me. "yea, i'd like some help i said."
i'll write more tomorrow. plz comment! sry it's so short. it'll be longer! promise!
