"Today's the day," she thought. "The day I get dumped off at my dads."
She had never met him before, but apparently mom hates him. That's why mom left him when she was pregnant with me. She hates me too. She says I'm just like him.
I got up and went to the bathroom. Today, I was definitely dressed to impress, hopefully to make dad want me more? He didn't even know what mom was going to do, to that meant either I was going into foster care or he'll keep me, knowing that he'll hate me forever. Fun.
After I was done getting ready, I did some last minute packing and started loading the car, which was much work. I just had my huge pillow, my purse, and my bag of clothes and makeup.
On the car ride there, all I had to do was think, since mom wouldn't talk to me anymore. I mostly thought about my dad. I didn't know what he looked like. All I knew was his name: Gregory House.