So, I know it's been a while since I've posted, but life happens and now I'm ready to get back to it:

I finished one semester at that school and then the news came. My sister and I were moving to our father's house. Apparently, there had been this ongoing court battle for custody of the two of us and at the end of it all, my father had won.

He had remarried and I had met the woman and her son once before. They had taken us to the zoo and she seemed overly friendly. But I've learned that the people who come on like that are the exact opposite deep down inside.

I don't remember anything about packing clothes or anything. The first memory I have is of the both of us walking into this new house I had never seen and led down this long hallway to my new bedroom. This new stepmother of mine, we'll call her V--, came in to our room to help us get situated and we my sister and I opened gifts for this was shortly after Christmas.

We played with Barbie and the new three story mansion we had for her.
I didn't know then that this plastic doll had it better than I did.