Love in the form of a wolf....

I woke up to the bang on my door and without much thinking I know who it is- my mom we are moving again,this will make it the third time are moving this year.my mom never allows me to settle and the most frustrating part of it is that she never tell me why we are packing out which is not fair to me,I just started liking my new school and boom am leaving it yet..I don't even want to think about my newest friend Ella whom am yet to enjoy. well you all my name is shantel Bronte and I have been leaving with my mom all my life,with my mom not giving me clear definition and explanation about my dad during the several times I tried asking about him,I decided maybe he died before I was born or when I was a child and my mom not wanting to recall the grief of the past,tho she didn't tell me that but I guessed that is the reason why she don't want to talk about it even though I still believe one deserves to know about ones father.But even at that my mom is really trying for me because I lack nothing, am just like every other kids out there but am not really into people and that's why I was really angry when mom said we are moving again because I just made this one friend whom I truly believe is like me but all in all am moving and I need to pack before mom comes back again.. looking around the room for the last time I signed not wanting to let the tear slip,remembering when we moved into here five months ago,I had loved this house especially my room because it looks like the person who built this house is just like me that takes solace in watching the bustling and daily activities of people especially the morning rush hour,I can stay for hours watching people go around their daily activities without getting tired,imagining how some may return to their loved ones and some not returning at all,it always don't make sense to me why God will allow people to die on the road or even hospital I mean we all deserve to die in the comfort of our homes and in the blossom of our loved ones but I guess that is the irony of life SHANTEL my mom shouted from the sitting room it was only then that I noticed that I have again fazed into space again don't get it twisted I always do that but will you blame me for how I was created though my mom always do,blaming me for the only thing that gives me joy but who will blame her,nobody wants her daughter to always watch people who doesn't even notice nor acknowledge her but before you conclude am really smart and intelligent I mean God can't possibly deny me social life and also intelligent, I can grab whatever a teacher is teaching without necessarily listening to her,I have a very sharp hearing which I sometimes think is abnormal but my mom always assures me that there is nothing wrong with it highlighting that everybody has a special gift