The Ghost

Could it be true?

I was thinking and watching Jorge.Did I had to stay here and watch them sad,to walk around..like a ghost.Or to remove al this pain from Jorge by helping him to find love.To see his smile again.Maybe it was going to hurt me everytime when he kisses another girl.Maybe it's better than just stay here and walk around.This decision I had to take wasn't easy at all.I was scared.But how could a ghost possibly be scared?!The Angel told me to think about it one day,then he just disappeared.

I was walking and the snow was falling down and everything was white beside me.It wasn't usual for London.
I was infront of my old house..I looked threw the window and I saw my mum and dad arguing.
I remember how often they were arguing when I was little.They were arguing every night and I was crying all the time.My mum was telling dad how miserable he was,how we don't have money because of him.And he was Broking stuff's and was telling her that if she wasn't buying stupid things we could have more money.
Everyday was like this.Arguing,Fighting..I couldn't take it anymore so I decided to go on a audition for a model.I didn't tell them because they had to pay 100 pounds.They could never give me so much money.Actually I had asked them once.I remember how my mum laughed at me and said that I'm too ugly for this.I still can't believe if I can even call her mother,but what can I do?This is the live..it's not always colorful.You feel sad sometimes.
-WE DONT HAVE ANY MONEY!AND YOU ARE DRINKING ALL DAY!!-my mum was screaming to my dad and he was standing there and watching her.He said I don't know and the next thing he said made me think..to get back before and think why they were so mean to me?
My dad said:Maybe If we didn't had to adopt her?Then who would stand you?