The day had only been new for an hour and 2 minutes and already I was ready for the day to end.

I was ready to stop feeling sick to my stomach.

I was ready to stop the tears that keep dripping down my cheeks.

I..I was just ready to stop feeling dead on the inside.

I was ready for this damn rain! that seemed to be non-stop for what seemed a month but really it only had been two weeks.

I was ready to close my eyes and wake up from this nightmare.

I was ready for this court case to be over.

I don't know why my family members and the lawyers fused over my current situation. What's the point of all this fussing, I'm going to be eighteen in a year and then I can be my own career.

I sighed and flipped my pillow over to the cold side, closed eyes and hoped like I did every night since it happened that this was just a nightmare.

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With another sigh, It felt like all I did these days was a sigh. I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, another habit I had taken up, due to my lack or desire to sleep.

My Uncle Brendan, my mother's younger brother, Who I had hardly known and haven't seen since the age of 10, He was in his early 30s, tall, with mahogany brown hair, green eyes, a strange divorce from my then Aunt that the whole family would tip toe around with no children.

"Hey, kiddo." He said in a soft voice, entering the room, flicking the light switch on, I groaned at the sudden bright light and covered my arm with my black jumper.

"I know it's hard to do, especially when you're mourning and all you want to do is lay down, wait and wish for people to leave you alone and responsibilities to go away." Uncle Brendan sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I feel the same way trust me, But sadly like most things this room isn't going to pack its self and with the...never mind." He stopped midway through his sentence.

I sighed and fixed my hair, so it was all to one side and sat up. "I know" I snapped. "First I've lost my parents and now I'm losing my home," I mutter, my eyes wondering around the room, that had been mine ever since I was born, sure it's changed over time but it's a host of good memories, such as sleepovers on my birthday with my friends.

And even some not so good memories, like the time I got food poisoning from a unrefrigerated chocolate milk I drank and kept in my school bag when I was six.

Or when I was thirteen and my friend Mia had told me that my crush douchebag Danny Waston. Mia had overheard that he had a crush and her name was Kate. unfortunately, Mia didn't hear the part where he said, he had a crush on Kate Smith and not Kate Beckett. Which led to an embarrassing science class, where In front of the whole class, I poured my heart out and confessed my feelings and him, his friends and even the whole class teased me, for weeks about it.

I spent the whole weekend, soaking my pillow my tears and locked myself in my bedroom and would snap at my parent's anytime they went near my bedroom door.

And now I had just two days to pack seventeen years of my life into boxes, to leave behind the good and bad memories, to leave behind the pencil marks on the wall, that showed how much I had grown each year on my birthday.

As I could out from my bed and walked towards my closet, I noticed four separate trash bags beside a stack of folded moving boxes. I scoffed and turned my uncle. "What they don't have closet's in New York?"

My Uncle rose from the edge of the bed, shook his head and grinned at me. "New York might be a strange city, Katie but not strange enough not to have anywhere to store your clothes, the rubbish bags are for any clothes that you need me to watch."

"I can wash my own clothes," I growled, picking up a moving box and putting it together.