A month and a half has passed and slowly but surely things were getting back to normal. I have been seeing a therapist which have been helping a lot. I'm not having nightmares as much anymore and I don't think about what my stepfather use to do to me as much as I used to. I knew I had a long way to go, but therapy has helped a lot.Christmas holiday came and I must say that it was the best Christmas I've ever had since my dad died. My friends and I planned a trip with Carson and his friends and we went sledding. It was my first time sledding and I had a lot of fun. Another day, Jasmine invited me and the guys over for a Christmas movie marathon. That day was also well spent. Any day with my best friends was a good day.The day before Christmas, Carson's father company held a party at his house for employees and their families. Business partners and board members were also in attendance. Mr. Knight hadn't brought up what I spoke to him about at the hospital and he hadn't spoken to Cars

In Loving Memory Of: Lydia-Marie James Mitchell. Loving wife and mother. March 5, 1979-June 30, 2014~~~Once met, never forgotten. Uncompromisingly unique. Generous of heart, constant of faith. Remembered with love. I read the writings displayed on my mother's gravestone. I look at the orchids that I brought, before I laid it on the grave. She loved all flowers, but orchids were her favourite. I looked over at the grave beside hers. It was my father's. She was buried right beside him and for some reason, I know that they were both happy. It was a Saturday, the fifth of March, her birthday. It has now been a tradition to visit her grave on her birthday to bring a different flower. It has been three years since she passed, so it was now her third birthday not spent alive. I still miss her a lot, but I know she wouldn't want me to be sad forever. She would want me to move on with my life and be happy. After spending a couple more minutes with my mother and father, I walked over to

"Kayla, how did you think you did on the test?" One of my classmates asks. It was half an hour after we did the test and myself and three of my classmates were currently sitting under a huge tree on board benches in front of the campus. The four of us were study buddies and would study for every test together. Aside from studying together, we don't hang out as much though. I turn to Sean, the one who had asked me the question. He was the only guy in the group. "It was okay. I was freaking out for nothing." I admitted."Me too." Replied Monica. "It was actually easy.""Can we not talk about this?" Lilly put in. "I don't think I did so well."I turn my attention to Lilly. "Why would you say that?"Lilly sigh. "I don't know. It was just difficult." She groans loudly. "That test was giving me a major headache."I laugh at her reaction. Lilly is a smart girl and she took interest in her studies. I can't really imagine her failing a test. As always she freaks out after a test and does wel

At the end of my last class of the day, I went to sit on one of the benches under the big tree with a book in my hand. This book was one of my favourites. I had read it already and was now rereading it. I was occupying my time until Jasmine's final class finishes, which was in fifteen minutes. We were going to grab something to eat at the Deli down the street. Kevin and Lucas were going to meet us there. This was something we did every Friday after classes."Harry Potter huh?"I turn around from my book to the sound of the voice and saw that it was Travis. I was so caught up in the book that I didn't notice him walking up behind me."Hey, Travis." I greeted. "What's up?""Well, I saw you over here sitting and since I don't know anyone else yet, I decided to come over." He replied. "Mind if I sit down?""No, not at all." Travis walked around and sit on the bench opposite me. He took up the book that I rested on the table earlier and read the title out loud. "'Harry Potter and the Death

I woke Saturday morning to the sound of Carson's house phone ringing. I sat up in the bed and that was when I heard the shower running.Stretching for the phone that was on the nightstand, I picked it up and put it to my ear. "Hello.""Hi, Darling! How are you doing?" I heard Marilyn's familiar voice on the other end.Instantly, a genuine smile came over my face. "Hi, Marilyn. I'm doing great. How are you?""I'm great as well. It's good to hear your voice." She said."It's always good to hear from you too," I said sincerely. After a while we started to catch up, talking about any and everything.Marilyn had become like a mother to me and I missed her so much. She would always check up on me and have that motherly love and care as if I was her daughter. I'm really grateful to her and I'm glad for the bond that we have."Where's Carson?" She asked after a while."He's in the shower," I informed her."Okay, I'll call him later." She said, then added. "Talk to you a next time. I've got to