"No Im fine. Thanks" I replied looking back out the window of the plane.
The whole week seemed like a dream. More like a nightmare though, one that I haven't awakened from yet. My father and I lived on and Army base in Australia (A:N i don't really know if there is an army base in Australia but for the story there is) Then Monday we suddenly had to leave. My father never said why. He never got a chance to really. Tuesday before we boarded the plane he was shot. Nothing can ever match the sight of you own father getting shot. Wednesday I was sent on a plane to New York to checked out by a psycotrist. Thrusday they kept me at a children's group home to see who would take care of me. I found out my mother, who I haven't seen since I was two, finally wanted to take me back. Now here it is Friday and Im being flown down to Orlando Florida to live with a women who's practically a stranger to me. It feels like I'm on a plane going straight to hell.
My name, by the way, is Angelina Maria Nadia Rodregez. Or Angel for short. I'm a Latino. I wasn't born in Australia, but in Puerto Rico. I've been to different countries because of my father being in the army. I've been to Greece, Sweeden, England, Germany, Asia, China, America, and Canada. I speak 5 different languages (not including English) which are German, Greek, Chinese, Latin, and Spanish (of course). Anyways, my Mama split the scene when I was two because she couldn't handle the traveling every two years. So now she lives in Florida with her new husband Adam.
Chapter Two
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