I am here, here in new zealand and out of all the schools my mother could of chosen she chose brown high school, the school known for strictness and responsibility. I knew it would be hard for me to fit in. It was like, like a horror movie in reality like shape shifting but instead it was me, me who was shifting through education. It imeddiately came to mind that my mother hated me as much as my father did, I mean why else would they send me to this posh, strict school. Ofcourse because they hate me. I knew once again that I had nothing. And ofcourse I didn't stay at this mental school, I skipped until my mother moved me again. It never happened. So for the last 2 years till I was 15 my mother and father came home ranting all night. I didn't care because they didn't care. I made a poem once and here it is.....
-Parents, mean, horrible, I hope they move me to another school soon or else, that was called move me or else.
At that time I threatened to run away, it was like a ransom note. But one day I came home with a note swiftly lying on the table saying "Dear Ashton we have left you alone to see how it feels, we also saw your poem on your bed stand so we assumed you dont want us in your life so we have moved to south california to let you know and find out the misterious reasons of our strange behaviour"
What could it be?
I was left in my mid western house with wonders.........
I am going to my nan's house to find out......................