First steps

Ok, here we go...first my locker, good lord why is there so many damn locker in this school down stairs, up stair... for that matter why are there all these damn stairs. Ok, up stairs, there's my locker...

This school is much bigger then my last and much harder to navigate it seems. Whatever I don't care if my late to class. I don't even want to go to it.

I want to know what my mothers going through. I know they should be on there way, the rehabilitation center is in another town two hours away. I doubt they made it but did my grandfather notice...

Could he see what I did, did he realize that she had been taken under. I'm sure he did but hopefully it goes well. Out of my fourteen year and out of my mothers seven years of addiction this was the first time she was going to get real help. Even though it hurt to say goodbye she needed to go. So I didn't want anything to mess that up, and with my mother that wasn't hard to do. That's why I didn't show to much emotion. She'd put an end to it if she thought it was too much for me to be without her. But it was also easy for her To get pissed off by something someone said and forget it she wouldn't go.

So hopefully my grandfather was supportive.

{SLAM!}

My locker could be heard through the whole hall... lucky there wasn't any attention Drawn to it, cause every one was already in there first class.

"Why the hell do I have to be here!"

I realize I said this out loud. So I took a second to calm myself...

I didn't need to be here today, I could have went with them to drop her off...I didn't even want to come to this school.

For some reason though all the adults decided this was what was right for me...

In reality they had no idea what I've been through, and how I grew up, the funny part is they didn't ask.

So I was to live with my uncle and his family and go to this school...

They only good thing it seem was at least I was living somewhere stable with my own room. The unfortunate thing was my uncle had a son that was my age and went to this school, and thought he was better then ever one. This was because my aunt thought she was better then ever one. So this was going to be fun.

The day went by in a Blur...

Of course I was late to most of my classes trying to figure out how to get around this damn school. Whatever, I didn't give a rats ass. I just had to get through these next few months. But what then I honestly didn't know.

What would it be like after my moms rehab. I wasn't sure but I've been in this exact predicament before minus the rehab. All I knew is I didn't want to be here.

Even with the life I had I have always been Cheery and full of life, but needless to say that is not my attitude right now.

"Louisa"-Tom (my cousin) called.

I do a mental eye roll.

It was time to get on the buses. So the grand Thomas was there to tell me what bus we were taking home. I already knew what bus we were to take from the office. It wasn't my first rodeo. I wanted to find it nice that he was helping, but he always just seemed so smug.

For some reason he seemed like he could get and have whatever he wanted. Which was odd to me since it wasn't like he was something to look at.

He wasn't very tall and pudgy with fair skin, but he sure was proud. He was on the football team which made him even more confident. This damn school was all about its football team.

I accepted his help anyways.

Here goes the first steps to whatever awaits.