On August 17th, of 2013 I moved from a small town in New Jersey to a new home in Michigan. I wasn't aware of the people in Michigan, or anything really. I just knew that I was going to a new school and a new house in a new location. I was currently 17 years of age, which didn't make any sense at all because I was supposed to graduate in about a year, and I left the place I was supposedly supposed to do so. Unable to disagree with the terms I was given, I had to take my chances. A week before my first school day my dad had given me a small box from my mom. She hadn't been around in such a while, as a young girl I didn't believe I had a mom. She was a drug addict who was currently in Nebraska. I didn't want to open the box, so I sat on my crinkled bed sheets staring at the blue ribbon for countless hours it felt like.

"I won't open it. I don't need to." I said to myself quietly.

My father was with his friends, the police of flint Michigan.

The voice inside my head kept telling me to open it, or pull out a piece. Some type of information to connect me with my mother, but another part of my mind told me that I didn't want any of it. How could a mother abandon her child for such useless scum worthy things such as drugs. She didn't want me in the first place, I at such the young age of four that I was told I was worthless and wouldn't amount to anything. The ripe age of four, by my own mother. She would smoke in the kitchen looking down at me with such a disgustful look on her face. I was surprised my dad had anything of my mothers anymore, he didn't want anything to do with her either though I knew he was still hurt inside.

Slowly but surely I slid my way down from my bed, rolling around on my floor looking at my phone for a few minutes, then managed to make my way to the blue ribbon-ed box, It looked worn down and taped up as if it had been broken into numerous times. Suddenly my phone buzzed.

"Buzz buzz." I made the noise every time my phone rang. It was Victoria, a girl who was new at my old school last year.

We had become the best of friends. The only fluke to our plan was that she had just moved there, and there I was going away. None of that mattered though, she was there for me through the thick and thin and we weren't going to let that break us apart.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

Do you wanna hang out?

Yes, let me just get a plane ticket.

Oh! I wasn't thinking. Sorry :(

It's fine, but I miss you so much!

I miss you too.

Ready to write my next text I was cut off with an invasious text by Victoria again.

Gtg. hanging with Cassie at the mall.

Thinking it was rather abrupt I sighed to myself and stared at my ceiling for a good 15 minutes, tending to my needs I got up quickly and decided I'd make myself some food. We didn't have much taste in our house, but we didn't go starving either. Ramon or take out was what we had pretty much every other night. I thought about getting a job sooner or later, but it was never easy for me.

I was very open in my interviews and that doesn't always go well with my interviewers. I remember at my last job interview as an organizer for the local news paper, I claimed that I was a lost child who needed money to pay off my coffee addiction. As a big shock, I did not get the job.

Hopefully you guys are enjoying this story so far, if you come across this story I'd really appreciate feedback so I know if I should continue. I have a lot of ideas for this story and I give credit to my friend Angel who helped me think of a great concept! :*