My mom is dead. Dead. Never coming back.
She died in a car accident, not even a week ago.
She hit a van, and the car caught fire.
The only good thing was that mom died in the thirty seconds between being hit, and the car catching fire.
She didn't suffer. But now me & dad have to raise my younger siblings.
Well, me. Dad's an emotional wreck right now. Give him time.
Him and mom were together 16 years.
I'm sixteen. Cameron is eleven. Lilian is six. Kayden is barely 7 weeks old.
Poor Kayden. She'll never remember mom.
Me & Cameron will. Lilian will be lucky if she does.
Worst part? The chick who hit mom is still alive. Bitch.
Her kids still have their mom. She didn't have a newborn who won't remember their mom.
I've got four best friends who are helping me through this.
Jason, Mark, David, & Kimmie. I've known them since Cameron was born.
I met Kimmie the same day. Her little sister, Laney, was born the same day as Cameron.
Laney and Cameron are best friends. I think they like eachother.
Laney & Kimmie's mom were really close. They met in the recovery room after they gave birth.
I'm thinking of asking Jason out. But I'm affraid it'll ruin our friendship if we break up. Or he says no.
People say I look like Ke$ha. Which I find funny since people say I sound like Fergie and/or Katy Perry when I sing.
Eh, I like both Ke$ha & the Black Eyed Peas. And Good Charlotte. And Demi Lavoto. And the Millionaires.
Oh! And Katy Perry. I love Katy Perry. Teenage Dream ROCKS!
I'm the musical one in my family. Dad hasn't touched a guitar since Lilian was born.
Oh, thing about Lilian. She hates being called Lily.
Mark called her Lily once, and she kicked his shin. Left a bruise too.
I've been living in the same house my whole life.
Well not my whole life, but most of it. My folks bought it before I was even a month old.
Five bedroom, three bath. Two stories. And a two car garage. Plus a pool.
Pretty decent, and I hope we never move!
Well, eventually I'll go away to college and get married and shit.
I hate my boobs. They're too big. Most girls complain they're tits are too small.
Not me. But I have D's so... Yeah...
I've got mom's temper. It's the only thing I got from her, besides her strength.
I get the blonde in my hair from Grandpa. God rest his soul. Never meet him.
He died when mom was like, 12? Grandma died five years ago in jail.
She kidnapped me when I was a tiny baby, and went to jail for 14 years.
Died of a heart attack three years before her relase date. She was like 56 or something.
Who knows. Mom and her hated eachother.
When I was 10, I asked my mom why her & Grandma hated eachother.
She said me. When I asked why, she told me this really long story about how when I was in her tummy, her mom kept on wanting her to give me up.
My mom said no. Grandma called her a bad mom.
A month later, I was born, and Grandma called a social worker.
Mom punched Grandma's nose, and scared away the social worker. Making daddy laugh.
Two weeks later I got kidnapped...