The light of the falling stars

Introduction

It feels so wrong. Everything, literally everything in this room is shouting: "You don't belong here!You fucking dont belong here!" It's so clean and huge and the walls are so fucking bright. The bed alone is bigger than the whole apartment I lived in,two days ago. There is so much place...and I have it all for my own. I have a own bathroom!With shower and bathtub.I can't believe this is happening. Since my mother died two years ago I was alone in the world. I had to fight on my own,move from one place to another because I had to work thus I could survive. I dont have any friends...I hadn't t friends since I was five years old and my Mother and I began to escape. At first I didnt knew from what.I just came with her. But with 7 years I began to ask questions. My father,who left us when I had like one month,died. And he left debts. So fucking many debts. My Mom told me he was drug addicted and that the dealer wanted his money back...doesn't matter from who or what he had to do for it. So he was hunting my Mother...he thought she had Money and told her he would kill me if she doesn't gives him the money. The problem was, my Mother was working as a waitress too keep us alive...so she hadn't any money left for this fucking dealer. And my Father had debts of fucking 80.000 dollar. So we left and never stayed at one place for more than one month. She teached me as much as she could at home because she hadn't enough money for a school. And then she died. This fucking dealer catched her while she was coming home- or the hotel we called home for three weeks. And this son of a bitch shot her. From the back. She didn't even see him. I cried for a week. Or two. I don't know anymore. And I promised myself I would find the men who did this. Because I knew it was more than just about the money. And I have to find out what.I began to research went to the library so I could use the Internet on the computers there. I searched for a fucking month before I finally found something: A boarding school for martial arts. And I would get it for free if I was good enough! So,with the money of the many jobs I did I paid for a martial arts course. And I practised every fucking day. I got better,never talked to anyone else than my trainer and didn't answered any question. I just got stronger and better so I could apply to this school. And I did it. I applied after a year of practicing every single day. And I got in. And here I fucking am. In a room bigger than my whole apartment two days ago. And I can't do anything more than cry. Cry out of joy, because I miss my mother and because i can't believe I finally have a little bit of luck. I look into the mirror...my gray,big eyes,my small nose,the full lips and the huge cheeks...I got it all from my mother. My dad couldn't be that tall because I only have 1.55m of height and I don't think I'll grow much more... But I think I got my brown curly hair from my dad,because my mom had blonde,straight hair.
I look into my eyes and can't do anything else than smile under all those tears because I know I made it and I'm not alone anymore. And when I look into my eyes I still see my Mother. And I see her being proud of me.

To be continued...

I hope y'all liked the Introduction and first part of my story. I would be happy about your feedback!
XOXO
Sophia