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Chapter 1: Moving

I laid in my room and just cried. I was not at all happy by my current situation. Not at all. My own mom was getting rid of me for an indefinite amount of time. I can't say I blamed her entirely. My behavior as of late has become too erratic for even myself to completely understand.

It all started six months ago when my boyfriend convinced me to go to a high school party that one of his friends was throwing. It was the worst mistake that I had ever made in my life at that point. Although I didn't know it then. I drank and I even took some pills. All I remember was that I had a great time and I felt good. Really good. I wanted more of that.

I started to go out more and more often to these parties. I always did the same thing. Drink and do drugs. My mom didn't have a clue what was going on until about two months ago. My best and long time friend Caroline went to these parties as well. Well one night she got extremely drunk, much like the rest of us, and she took a lot of pills. More then the rest of us did.

She accidentally overdosed. The pills mixed with the alcohol killed her that night. I couldn't believe it. None of us could. There was an investigation after that. That's how my mom found out about my partying. I will never forget the heartbroken look on her face when she found out the truth and when I told her everything.

I loved my mother. We weren't blood related. I was adopted actually. I was found wandering the streets of Washington when I was three. I had no memory of my life and couldn't tell the adults anything about myself other then my name. I was quickly adopted by a loving mother and father. Not long after that we moved to Orlando, Florida where my parents took a high paying jobs at Disney World.

I was in theme park heaven living here in Orlando. I got into Disney for free thanks to my parents being employees there. I went to SeaWorld at least three times a month. I was an annual pass holder. My shamu stuffed animals are my prized possessions.

When I was 10 years old my parents got divorced. My dad left the country and now I only see him when he visits once a year. It's hard because I miss him and love him.

My mom remarried when I was 12. Phillip was his name. It was hard to accept him because I had still held onto hope that my mom and dad would get back together again. But eventually I did.

Fast forward to right now and here I am. Alone, recovering from my drug/alcohol addiction, and pregnant.

Yes, I am pregnant. I found out a month ago. With everything that was going on in my life I hadn't realized that I missed two periods. Once I finally realized it I took the test and it came back positive. I went to a doctor and she confirmed it. I'm three months pregnant right now. The worst part? I don't even know who the father is. I can vaguely remember being with a few guys in my drunken hazes but that was it.

My stepdad was the one who came up with the idea to send me away for the Summer. Saying that it would do me some good to get away from everything. I didn't want to go. I was heartbroken when my mom agreed to it. I came to the conclusion that she was just sick and tired of dealing with me and all of my issues. At least I was going to be with my dad.

My dad was more then happy that I was going to live with him. He didn't even try to hide it either.

Now the morning had arrived. I shoved one of my Shamu stuffed animals in my luggage and zipped up the bag.

The drive to the airport was pure silence. Neither my mom, my stepfather, or myself said one single word until we got to the airport. We just said a quick goodbye before I went to stand in my line.

I took a deep breath as I prepared for the next three months of my life with my dad in a place called Volterra, Italy.

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