Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

What was it doing hear could it read signs could it be hear for a reason many I was using my imagination a bit to much I can't help but staring I wonder how I got the scar why was it a shape of a flame o keep looking the door bell hose there is nobody at the door I keep looking I can't help but over hearing so I creep across my room over to the banister I can see a lady there is not a tabby cat anymore it is just a lady with a robe on j can make out the conversation clearly now "I have come for the boy I dropped of Tomlinson phamptom"  said the old lady at the door "oh ye about what you are very late he is now 14 allot of year's older then we agreed on" argued mom I am so damd scared I clench my fists tightly "sorry i said the wrong date you see his mom thinks he's well ready to face his life I think so to" informed the old lady "thanks wait there I have the bag packed ready for this special day will just go get him dressed" explained mom quickly I dash in bed before she sees me what were they talking about that means he's not my brother she's not my mom he was not my dad admitely as I worked this out i felt a tear roll down my face. I pretended I was trying to go to sleep as she walked up stairs was this  a dream I grab my book and hit myself with it to wake up but I didn't I must not be dreaming great this is real life how am I supposed to deal with this mess that I'm about to approach I only thought this stuff happens in books ecspecoly David Williams books "Tomlinson's get dressed meet me down stairs" whispers mom I grabbed a pair of my new jeans and a new t shirt and our some socks on I grabbed my hoodie and my phone along with my book what sad happening where was I going what dose my apparently real mom think j am ready to face