It's been 10 years since he left and 7 years since she left my family broken. My dad left when I was just 7 years old. WE haven't seen them since. My mother always called him black hearted. Because he left her with a broken heart all she did was drink to fill the void. Because he left me with a broken hearts I only come home for about two hours. And that's just to check in with my aunt. She now took care of me because 7 years ago my mom left me with her. She took my brother along with. She said that she would send for me once they were settled. I was never sure it would be this soon.

Today was my last day of school, but like always it was way too hot to go outside and hang out. It seemed like it would never pass. The last period of the day was lunch. And just like always I was sitting alone. No not because I had no friends. They all just happened to all move away before the year ended I never made any other friends after that. The only other people left were none as the outcasts. (Don't fit in) the cheerleader and jocks. If you even say one word to them you are considered a slut or loser. I sure as hell was not taking that chance.

As soon as the day was over I ran like a bat out of hell to my car and sped off without looking back. My aunt had called me and said she had great news. I knew as soon as she said that it either meant that she just wanted me to come home for once or she need help to unload all the crap she had got from the store. Whatever the case was it most likely was not that my mom and brother had come back. I mean why would they it had been oh I don't know seven years since I had last seen them. I know atleast my mom would not want to come back to a daughter who is never around.

When I get to the house there was my aunt sitting on the porch with a smile on her face while she was on the phone. That's a first. What the hell was going on.