The odd one out

The days seem to drag by. All I knew of my mother is that she made it and was ok. From what every one would tell me. The Rehabilitation center rules though were she wasn't allowed to communicate with us just yet. She had to go through a detox process. This annoy me because I didn't trust these people. It's wasn't the rehabilitation centering that I didn't trust it was my own family. The ones that I was place to live with, without any input from me. It wasn't like they were bad people. They were just full of it...

And to them I was the outsider. They knew it and so did I.

School wasn't great and I seem to cause trouble with a couple teachers.

Which my aunt had to deal with. She wasn't thrilled with it nor was she thrilled I was living with her. She didn't trust me, she just didn't know I didn't trust her either and the fact that I wasn't stupid.

I knew she had Thomas watching me as well as her self. Just waiting to see who I was and what mess I was going to get into. Even through she didn't know my life, even though she didn't know me or my mother, she assumed she did. Which made her and idiot in my opinion. She thought because of what little she knew of my mother, that my mother was no good. So I had to be a bad seed as well. She put me in a box without even getting to know me. No questions asked...

That was fine let her have her own opinions. That just showed me what type of person she was. I knew these people, I've seen it before, the sad thing about it most of the people were my so called family. My mother had many bothers and sisters and the majority of them were all the same, and had form the same opinion. Without question, without knowing a thing. We where indeed the black sheep of the family. We were the odd ones out.