New Everything part one by Heather Ramirez (best big ereader .TXT) 📖

Brand new home, brand new family, new room, new everything. This new home is different then what I am used too. My whole life I have lived with my dad, my stepmom, and my 7-year-old brother, but now I am living with my mom. Before this I really never talked to my mom it would maybe a phone call once every few years on my birthday. I am not used to my mom calling me by my name, Hannah.

This all happened so fast. 2 weeks ago I was in Maryland going to Oakland Mills MIddle school. 2 months I was spending time with my dad, my stepmom, and my brother. 3 months ago I lived in Maryland.

I wish my mom would have never asked for custody of me. If she would at least asked me to visit once maybe this wouldn't have happened. My mom had a really good lawyer. He was able to find a reason for getting me out of my dads home. They found out that my stepmom had a record and that my dad had to call the cops on her for being too violent. That was enough of the judge to give my mom full custody.

Okay I get it this sounds like it was the right thing to do, but I really feel like it wasn't. My stepmom had not acted violently in years. We were becoming good friends. I was starting to trust her to feel like she understood me and cared about me.

Now I am living in California. I used to live in a 3 room apartment, but now I am living in a huge house. Many people have told me that I should be happy that I get more space to myself but I am not I miss my old room with all my paintings on the wall and that smell that my candle gave it. My new room looks so empty, so colorless like if I was in a hotel. The only good thing about my room is that when I look out the window I can see the beach.

My mom is really trying to make this work she really wants me to see her as my mother but for me, my dad is my mom and my dad. It is really hard for me to call her mom I call her by her first name Amanda. My mom never really introduced me to my sister, Michelle. Michelle is 3 years younger than me. She is really nice from what I can see, but a bit spoiled.

Tomorrow is my first day at my new school. I am kinda nerves because well I don't know any of the people in this new school. I had to try and make new friends. I didn't know any of the teachers. I am 14 years old so that means that Michelle is 11 years old so she still does to an elementary school.

First day in Redwood middle school. I had to shadow this girl names, Diana. She seems nice and friendly. I hanged out with her friends and some other girls came up to me to ask me my name and where I was from. It was an interesting day I am not sure if I should try and become real friends with Diana’s group of friends, but all that I know is that it feels good to forget about what is going on at home even tho it is only for only for a few hours.

A few weeks passed by, I am starting to get used to my new life. Still, it is nothing like the old one. My mother is a lot more laid back. I am used to my dad expecting A’s and B’s on my report card. If I would get a C it wouldn't be the end of the world but it would be the next time let's try and do better.

Today was the first day of the 2nd semester, meaning that report cards came out today. I was not sure what my mom was going to say about my report card I got 2 C’s and that isn't good. I didn't know when to show her my report card, so I asked Michelle. “When do we show Amanda our report cards?” Michelle responded with “ Ummm you don't have to show her I never show my report card to her, but if you want to you can show her after dinner.”

I wasn't sure if I should show Amanda my report card. I mean, Michelle probably never shows her, her report card. Why should I? But then again my dad showed me to always be honest, I mean my grades aren't that bad, for being the new girl and missing so much work my grades are pretty good. You know what I will show Amanda my report card if she asks me about it or if Amanda shows her, her ’s.

Dinner is in 10 minutes. I am still not used to having dinner as a family. At my dad's house, we would find something to eat in the kitchen, throw it in the microwave for 1 minute, and then eat in in your room. Here they eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. I am not used to eating breakfast. Since I was little my dad and I never really had time to eat breakfast in the morning so we started to skip it. We got so used to not eating breakfast that when we had time to eat in the mornings we wouldn't because we would feel sick afterward.

During dinner at Amanda's house, we talk about our day and anything good that happened to them recently. I honestly wasn't in a good mood to talk and never good had recently happened to me so that was a very boring hour. In the end, Michelle didn't say anything about the report cards, so I ended up waiting for Michelle to finish eating and go to her room and then I gave Amanda my report card. She didn't say much about, she just said, "good job."

I still really miss my home with my dad. This place isn't my home, and honestly it probably never will. I need to find a way to contact my dad or make a plan to go back home. I will find a way back home.

Publication Date: 02-10-2018

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