no special case, as she mentioned to me, she's like this to all "runaway kids". Maybe I know to myself that she can and will buy whatever I want without me having a good gr

eel guilty because I want to stay here while my family has no idea where I am at these hours. I feel guilty that I am happy w

a boy or a girl. Its wall is painted blueish with a shade of pink. With glow-in-the-dark stickers on the ceiling, there's a big soft bed, a small AC, a toy

this room?" I ask

it of bringing home kids fro

od must love you so mu

ave my own room that I've been dreaming of my entire life. I have a new loving mother and a new life of my own. I can be the person I want to be, not the one my parents designed to be the person they want me to be. I can eat what

ng to buy things you'll

eyed. "But I am fine

need

hug her. "I can't

g heart sequin in the center and denim shorts. I look at the shoe rac

have never been to a mall; church every Sunday was just our only outing every weekend. It was my favorite place in the world because I love listening t

uard checks the bags of the people before entering. I can't believe how huge the place is. It looks small from the outside, but it is huge inside-it's

o amazing!

f the mall. People only care about the things they are buying and selling. Sarah took a photo of me in the middle of spinning around the mall. We enter the small b

h; they all look exp

money; I want to make

I don't know if I like her buying too many clothes, so I pretend to choose the bundle of clothes tha

t I want, but just buys things I didn't ask for. My own mother never did this to me. I have to have an A+ to have t

're hungry.

he casseroles, a small chandelier on the ceiling with yellow light; they turned on the light at 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Sarah says that I can eat whatever I want around here, and I can return if

you like kids, why don

marrying someone so

see you as a good moth

but it doesn't mean I want to bear one. I only help the kids. I asked them why they ran a

I tell myself. I don't want to hear from her lips

s who don't have go

ee that their parents just had a bad day, I talk to the kid and assure him or her it was just a misunderst

't you take ca

ure to be there with

nderstand.

ventually do under

becoming more and more inter

of my parents, and I promised her and myself that

hy you bec

I also helped myself;

is she?

s her head in a sad m

w why you

some

s. Maybe it is a bad memory, a bad past, a

sor

s at me with a sad smil

tay with you?" I ask,

eyes are different, not like the way it is. "I know we nee

oothbrush and my new toothpaste in my new own bathroom in my new room. I put on the pajamas Sarah bought for me and put