I heard the screen Door close not slam close. I would probly never hear it slam again. Only my sister slammed the door.

Everything these days reminded me of her

Everything right down to the backpack sitting in front of me.

It was the pack that held the things I would take with me to Socdom.

I punched the wall.

Why? Why did my Idiotic mother have to stick me with and aunt and Uncle who Until a day ago I didn't know existed

Speak of the Devil mum stuck her head into my room.

"they're here"

She said quietly. I flipped her off. And she averted her eyes to the ground pretending not to see it And acting like it actually HURT her.

Did she know how much it HURT me to be living with these people. I wouldn't go I wouldn't go.

If I wasn't going then why was I sitting in their car now watching the last buildings of the east side speed by me? Asked that stupid little part of me that seemed to be resurfacing more and more lately.

I glared out the Tinted windows as a thought occurred to me.

This was probly what my sister saw on her last car ride.

The very thought made me sick to my stomach.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the door. Knowing that something as simple as this car ride was changing things in my life for good.