It's been three years. Three years since my parents car crashed into a drunk driver's truck. It killed my mother instantly and they found her thrown through the windshield laying lifeless on the hood of the car. My father died in surgery. The crash had struck some major arteries and the ambulance was able to rush him to the hospital before his heart stopped beating, but 4 minutes into the surgery and it proved that they had been too late. I've been staying with my grandmother for the past three years, but as time has gone on she has been getting less and less able to take care of herself, let alone me, so now it's time for me to travel half way across the world to live with my aunt. Don't get me wrong, I love my aunt, she has always been a big part of my life and she was there for me during the car crash until she was called back home for work. I'm just nervous as to what awaits my life in Holmes Chapel. I've always been quite the bad first impressionist so I have a feeling this time will be no exception and I'll end up friendless and alone. Well I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
