mom called my name loudly.
i could hardly hear it over the sound of the alarm clock.
shit, i thought.
im gonna be late.
theres nothing worse than being late to a first day of a new school.
i learned that one the hard way.
two months.
two months is the longest ive been in one place.
can you imagine?
no wonder i cant make friends.
maybe, i thought.
maybe this time will be different.
maybe someone wont ask where i come from.
maybe they wont ask why i moved here.
maybe i wont have to tell them that dads an alcoholic,
that mom and i are just trying to get away,
that he follows us.
maybe this time will be different.
