Here's your next chapter…. Sorry it took so long. But it's like that during the holidays. So, here you go and I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review!! I really want to know what you think!!

Chapter 8

People are always saying 'things happen for a reason'. But what reason could there possibly be for fate to decide to take my mother? Is it some kind of lesson? If it is it's defiantly a sick way of getting to me.

I discovered more about myself in that hour, sitting in that stiff chair across from that sweet lady (who asked me to call her Jane), then I ever did in my whole life. And it all was just more pain upon pain. The thing that got me the most though, was the realization that I wasn't who I thought I was. The mother I just lost wasn't even my mother.

The whole 'I don't really hate my mother' thing washed away real quickly. You know, even after she's dead she still finds another way to screw me over, a term which here means 'drag me down further when I didn't think things could possibly get any worse'. Well, she found a way. She always finds a way. How could she not tell me something like that? I mean, she had 17 years worth of chances! And she couldn't take 10 second to share something like that with me?

I need to find Travis. Where'd that come from? I hardly even know the guy. But it's the best plan I have so far, so why not? Oh god, I'm thinking like a nutcase! And it seems to be working for me, so I'll stick with that. But where in the world where I look for him?

"Alisa? Alisa honey?" Jane began. "I know this is hard for you, but please try to listen. I only want to help you, by doing the best there is in your interest." I had sarcasm ready to spill out of my mouth and pounce on her, but I wouldn't let myself say anything hurtful to her. She was such a kindhearted person. And she was telling the truth. All she wanted to do was help.

Jane went on describing the different places that she could place me, going through relatives after relatives. And each one was singled out. They were all either some kind of criminal, completely insane, or just not suitable and willing to take me in.

A while passed by in complete silence, besides the constant typing and clicking Jane did at her computer. The stillness was broken as a very young looking lady (I presumed to be her sectary) marched into the room clutching some sort of document. She and Jane chatted for quite some time in low voices, as so I wouldn't be able to understand what they were saying. All I knew was that it had something to do with me.

The (young lady/possibly sectary) finally left after leaving the document with Jane. Jane just looked down at the papers before her, typed into her computer a little more, then last but not least back up at me. She held up the papers then began to speak; "This here holds you future and where you're to be put. So naturally, I'm guessing you'd like to know what it is. Am I right?" Gee, what could it possibly be? (Sarcasm) "A copy of my mom's will." I stated blankly, or at least tried to state blankly, but failed as my voice broke off and stuttered. She acted as if she didn't notice. "Exactly." 'And……?' I thought to myself, or so I believed I was thinking to myself. When in fact I spoke it out loud. And I'm not saying that it's so much of a bad thing, it's just I didn't want to appear too impatient. Even though this is something that has just a little bit of importance concerning me. "Oh right dear, of course" she continued. "Do you know Rachel Stalin? It's said to be a friend of your mother's?" My mother and Rachel hadn't talked for years. Fact being, I don't even remember the last time I've seen her. I've seen Katherine though, her 'perfectly spoiled rotten' daughter. She goes to my school actually. She also happens to be the cheerleader captain and has the title 'most popular' that goes with it. She's also won 'best dressed' and 'best looking' in our yearbook as well. So with all that said, it's easy to determine that she's not quite my 'favorite' person out there.

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YAY! Now the real story can begin. And trust me it's gonna get good!