Saved: A New Beginning//Sequel to Saved

Introduction

Heyyy beautiful people! So, this is the sequel to "Saved" and I'm so so so excited to write it! This story is going to be different than the last because Chelsea is going to be narrating the whole book unless I say otherwise! By the way, a little later in the book, a certain someone may have a certain love interest.... Anyways, I really hope you'll love this sequel as much as the first book! Thank you so much for everything! Ilyasm! XOXO

Chelsea Martia Armstrong. My new name.

It's been two weeks since the trial and I'm happily adopted into the Armstrong family. About a week ago, social services did a final run-through and Billie and Adie signed the adoption papers without hesitation. And, yes, I still call Billie and Adie by their first names because, honestly, I don't know what I'm supposed to call them by. I could call them "Mom and Dad," but I'm worried about how they'll react.

And, yesterday, I got the worst news: I'm starting school in five days. Luckily, Jake and Joey are going to the same school as me, and are telling me which people and cliques to avoid completely. Basically, anyone who sits on the set of steps near the front of the school is someone I shouldn't warm up to. They said that Andy was okay to hang out with, though. He's my only friend as of now, and at least he's nice to me. But sadly, I have to go to school and "try it out"(Adie's words) before I can even say I hate it. The only bright side of this is the fact that Jake and Joey are teaching me cuss words and slang to use against people(except for teachers...they made that clear). My personal comeback is "You don't pour my cereal!"

Now, my mother is in prison, which is a good thing, but something feels off about it. She's a terrible person and she deserved what came to her, but something doesn't sit well. Every time I'm in my room, or watching TV downstairs, I'm constantly on edge. I know that she's gone(until her 12 year(I'm counting her probation time)prison sentence is over), but I feel like she's still around me, watching me fail and succeed. She's breathing over my shoulder, telling me that I'm doing something wrong. I sometimes believe her.

The things I've been obsessed with lately are music, bands, TV shows, and movies. Everyone has made me listen to their favorite albums, songs, and bands or artists. This makes me pissed off since I've missed out on so much my entire life. Mainly, I'm pissed at my mother, but parts of me also blame my father for not leaving her and taking me with him. But, what's done is done and I can't change anything.

So, yes. That basically wraps up these last few weeks. It's a bittersweet type of thing. I don't know wether to be scared or excited about what's going to happen in my new life, but Billie says I'm still young and shouldn't worry about stuff like that. "Look at the positives and accept the negatives, but don't fall into a pit of despair over them," Billie told me yesterday when I was having an anxiety attack. He seems trustworthy, but obviously, that isn't always true. For example, look how bad my parents messed up.

Maybe that's what I'm afraid of; I don't want to end up like my parents. I'm going to prove them wrong.