So I haven't had many ideas for my old stories yet. So until something can inspire me on something good to write, I'm going to work on this new story.

When you see this writing, it means:

Bold: Character POV

Italic: What the character is thinking

Underline: Emphasis on something

My Daughter and I:

Sara POV

My name, is Sara Sidle.

When I think about my life, and the choices I've made, I realize that even though not everything has gone as planned, I'm happy. There are some things that I would change, some people I would want back in my life, but the one thing that I would never change, is my daughter. I had her at a young age. I met her father when I was 12. We were very good friends throughout middle school and the first two years of high school. We started going out freshman year of high school. And we had our daughter when we were 16. But, due to some unexpected changes, I was forced to move with our daughter so he lost contact with me and her. It's been ten years since I've last seen him, but I've always made sure to let her know that her father loved her and wanted to be a part of her life. She has seen his pictures, and heard stories about him. His name, is Greg Sanders. Her name is Natalia Sanders.

"Mom!" My ten year old yelled for me.

"Yes?"

"When are we leaving?"

"Next week."

We are moving to Las Vegas because I got a better job offer there. I'm a Criminal Investigator.

"I don't want to go." She whined.

She knows how I feel about her whining but I will let it slide for now, only because I understand how she feels about leaving her friends.

"I know sweetie. But this is a good opportunity for us."

"Is Jake coming?"

Jake is my boyfriend. She is not a fan of him. But he's always been nice to her, I just think it's because he is not her father.

"Not right away. He's going to come a little after we get there."

"Yay."

She gets her sarcasm from me.

"Are you going to Tanyas' house today?" I ask her.

"No. She has a doctor's appointment." She turned on the tv.

"Ok. I'm going to continue packing." I walked upstairs to my room and started to box up stuff I wouldn't be needing from now until we leave. A few minutes into packing, Natalia came in the room and jumped on my bed. "Can I help you?"

"I'm bored."

"Watch tv."

"There's nothing good on."

"Read a book."

"Ew."

"Do some homework?"

"Really?"

She does this with me a lot. I feel like her tormenting me is entertaining to her. Brat.

"I want to go shopping."

"You think I'm made of money?"

"You have a job."

"I have bills."

"I have needs."

Sometimes I wish this girl turned out more like her father than me. Then I wouldn't feel like I'm talking to myself half the time. But I'm only messing with her anyways. I need to do some shopping for myself as well.

"Go get your shoes on."

"Yes!" She runs out of the room pretty quickly. She's back before I finish closing the box I was filling. "Let's go."

"You keep talking to me like this young lady, you will be grounded." I gave her a look.

She knows when she gets that 'look' then I mean business. I know she's joking most of the time, but there is a point when it's going too far.

"Ok. Sorry."

"It's ok. Let's go so we can get back."

They drove to the mall.

"Mom! Lindsay's over there. Can I go with them for a little while?" She pleaded with her eyes.

"I suppose. Stay with her and her mother!" I yelled as she ran towards them. Her friends' mom waved at me and I waved back.

Time to do some shopping.