Life Is Changing

by AlecAlecander2018

-This is not a twilight story this is 100% my own i may have gotten some ideas from twilight but its mine.-my life was changing at a fast paste and i dont know how to handle it. moving meeting new people what is next. is death better then the pain im going threw. no there has to be something that can change or stop this pain. but what could it be?who could it be?

1. Background

My name is Alissa and i want to tell you my story. I have went threw so much to get to where i am and the things that i have been threw are not normal to say the lest for a human. I want to begin but before i do you should know i didn't think all this was possible or even real for that matter. But i promise you it is very real and not to be played with.

The following story will change your life. It will change everything you think you know. You will not know what comes next. So here goes nothing this is the beginning of my story.

My name is Alissa Marie Smithson and my life was about to change in more ways then i could even comprehend. Next week i will be moving to Maine. I currently live in Florida. I cant believe i am leaving this warm state. Maine is cold and full of rain and that reminded me of sadness. I didn't know what i would do there but I knew i was gone to be there for a while. I was moving in with my father. His name is Jacob he and my mother had separated when i was a young girl.

Sadly my mother died resonantly. A drunk driver had ran head into my mothers car. I'm here in Florida all alone. Nobody to care for me i mean i'm only 17 so there for someone should be keeping a eye on me. He sent me some money to get a plane ticket to come back to Maine. The last time i had seen my father or even Maine i was probably seven. I didn't know what to expect when i got there or who or what would be waiting for me there besides my father.

I wonder if my best friend growing up was still in Maine. Some part of me missed him and wonder who Justin had become since we were both seven. That would make him 17 just like me. I have not seen or talked to Justin since we were seven. Would he even know who i was? Would he be the same boy i left ten years ago? I guess i would have to wait a week for all these answers.

My stomach making noises pulls me out of my thoughts. I guess in need to eat something i think to myself. I get up and go to the kitchen. This house makes me hurt everywhere i look reminds me of my mother. I miss her so much. Why couldn't i just turn off the pain? Or do i really want to turn it off? I guess none of my emotions were in cheek. I get into the refrigerator and grab me some stuff to make me a sandwich to eat. I knew deep down that i didn't even want to eat. But i guess i got to keep myself alive. After i did have my father to stay alive for. An Justin if he is even still there.