My name is Jane Dove. I know Jane Dove but I didn't pick my name so step off. I'm fifteen and I have a white mustang with black racing stripes that my dad gave me when I turned fifteen in Spetember. I have live with my father my entire life and now that he's passed away I have to live with my mother. My dad lived in this really nice town it was fully of all different kinds of people. It had a lot of nice senery mostly. We lived on the middle part of town so we were middle class people. I hated the fact that my dad died and I hated the fact that my mom had a new boyfriend she was so in love with. My mom and dad have a joined cosdity but I stay with my dad more because he listened to and because I hated being with my mom and her weirdo boyfriend. If you asked me the guy's a creep and I mean a psycho creep. He was in the army and he had knives and guns everywhere in his house. The only reason I know about them is because my mother made me stay there and help them paint the whole house. The whole two story, five bedroom, four and a half bath house. Can you imagine how frustrated, bored and annoyed I was with that. I hated that man because he seemed kinda off and he tried to hard to get to know me. I mean, if I don't tell you stuff the first time, or the second , or third, forth or fifth stop asking me. I hated how he tried to be my dad, F.Y.I. I have a dad, I mean I had a dad.