The Start

It was a long drive, three hours. I stayed calm the whole time. Wet hair, grey sweatshirt, shorts in December, blue crocs. It was a Thursday, December 10. We pulled up, to a tan house with a nice porch. That's when I broke. I couldn't do it, couldn't leave everything. But I stepped inside, some people introduced themselves, but I don't hear a word. My sister asked for a tour, out or curiosity and distractions. She was missing school for me, to come say goodbye. That's when I met you all, my sister whispered in my ear about your bun, how I needed to step up my game. Then I saw a boy in s hairnet, little did I know that the crazy kid would become my twin. I wish I talked to you then. That I hadn't been crying so hard that a random stranger, soon one of my great friends, have me a hug. But instead I went upstairs, saw were I would be sleeping, that's when I threw my shoe and ran out crying, the alarm sounding as I opened the door. That night I talked to the girl who came today as well. She asked me about when I ran out on the doctors, I told her how I hated them. Three years of nothing left me feeling hopeless. Looking back I wish I could have asked her, she had been there before. I wish I started writing right away, that I brought enough clothes, and accepted I was going to have to stay. Mostly I wish I had faith, in my family, in the words you said to me as we sat outside. I wish I believed you when you said "this is my family, yeah my parents are in different states l, but you guys my family and this is my home"