I can't believe that I'm back here again. I know it's been awhile since I've done this I just can't get over this. Everyone just expects me to just get over it, like that fact that your mother dies because of you is something that your supposed to get over. Like when someone brushes up against you harshly without apologizing, or when someone steps on your shoes. But this isn't anything like that at all see my mother went and took my place in a prank that was to be for me buy this dic-tator named Jack Manning. Instead of me just being locked in an abandoned house it was my mother who there in the basement while she was trapped with no way out she breathed in carbon monoxide. It damaged her so bad that by the time she got to the hospital it was already to late she was brain dead and there was nothing we could do about it.

Now I'm on a new year of school and I should be happy, I'm a sophomore now, I have friends from an arts program I took this summer, I'm doing well in therapy at least that's what my new therapist saids .

But I'm not my mother's case has still gone unsolved I miss her so much it hurts to even think about. My dad is lost in his own spiraling abyss of revenge and hate that he can't even see that instead of being like this all the time he should be using it to heal, I am I know I said I don't feel that I'm happy or should be but I'm trying my best to heal but not forget, and I'm trying to get back to that place where I was genuinely happy. I've started drawing and even sketching now I learned a lot at the arts program they put on at Llanview University. I actually met some kids my age who were really cool, we meet during our orientation group. I guess you could say after that we all kinda found each other after we were all introduced.

First is Josh we were in the same painting class, Cameron who was there for acting and dancing Josh and I met him when some idiots were making fun of him for taking dance and lesson's, and last but not least Ashley who was there for dancing and graphic arts. I had the best summer I could possibly have without my mom. I wish she was hear to see that I had friends and I'm trying to live my life the she would want me to, but now I'm back at school I actually made it to my locker without being shoved into one I'm supposed to meet my friends in the gym for the yearly assembly for the beginning of the year I was my way there but one of my sketches I did was making me wonder if it's good enough for the art club.

"Man I really don't think this is just good enough."

"Well I wouldn't say that at all I think it looks awesome."

I turned my head sideways to see who was talking to me I thought it was one of my friends, but it wasn't I was about to say something but nothing would come out I just stood there gazing into the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen.

Who do you think it might be let me know your thoughts and please review everyone can even if you don't have an account :)