How many times can the same mistake be made over and over again? The sky is ominous grey with flashes of light followed by loud cry from the sky. The sounds of droplets hitting the wooden bars making a pitter patter sound acting like a roof projecting my head from the downpour unfortunately I still mange to get drenched in water. I huddle under my sweatshirt for a little bite of warmth but it wasn't working I was still freezing cold. My hand touch my stomach every so lightly but I could still feel it kick. I just turn seventeen two weeks ago and now I was about to take responsible for another life when I didn't even have a place to call home. My late mother was only two years older then when she gave birth to me. My grandmother beat us both giving birth to my mother when she was only sixteen. She also refuse to married my grandfather because she didn't want to lived the life that she was being suck into.
My mother Rory Gilmore was attending Yale and had her whole future ahead of her when her ex boyfriend the town hoodlum who left her because he miss so many days he couldn't graduate high school or even get prom ticket ask her to runway with him. She said yes and went gallivanting off with him only for him to get her pregnant and then leave with out him knowing what he left behind. My mom tried to contact him but she could never find him . Then my mom remarried less then a month after I was born and never told me the truth about him.
I once saw a picture of my biological dad when I was seven. When playing in my parent's bedroom running around looking for the secret passageways. The room was family photo were all famed on the wall. So when wander in their room about to head towards the closet I was confused when I saw a peculiar photo with it's edges sticking out of the dresser it turns out to be of a strange familiar guy hugging my mom in front of a dinner called Luke's, then my mom caught me and when I ask her who's the guy in the photo.
She said lacking eye contacted and looking a bit bewilder "Lo honey just friend " That was the first time my mother lied to me right in front of my very own eyes and the last.
My father was in the military so we moved around a lot like a nomad I never really had a place to call home. Once My baby sister Mary and I get settled anywhere we would have to move again. once we moved six times in one school year because of this my mom thought it would be best if we were home schooled so we wouldn't fall so far behind the other children not that we would. My family were close we spent as much time together as possible. My dad was sent oversea fighting in Irag so he isn't around as much as when I was younger. My sister and I get along well we rarely even got in to fight and when we did we always made up. My sister is such little dramma queen she love to be the center of attention. With her blonde hair and blue eyes she beutiful and sure to be heatbreaker when she older. My mother, Mary, and I, watch movie together every Friday night and eat so much candy we go into to sugar commas. Then one night I got a phone call that dramatically changed everything.