Blair's Bunk

I walk in warily. The only things i have is my sword and the clothes I'm wearing. I sigh. I drag myself to an empty bunk. I collapse on it. How could this happen? I sit back up and open my eyes. I dig around in my jean pockets. I find a piece of paper. I pull it out i reconize it as my moms writing, but with my dyslexia i can't decipher it. I rip it up angrily. How could she do this to me? How come she didn't tell me? I slam my fist against the wall. I check my other pocket pulling otu a picture of me and my mom in California, it was during my soccer tournment. I wish i could go bctk to those days.