By my side part 2

Enjoy or no joy.

First impression is important. When I first met my dad for the first time I thought I thought he was the best person ever, the nicest man in whole entire world. I never asked him or mom why they left me at the orphanage or why it takes so long for him to find me or take me back. Mesmerized by the whole situation of leaving the school and having a new life away from the people who laughed at me, I never thought of asking the most important question: why are you taking be back? It was only years later did the question really bothered me. Bothered me was not even the case; I was dying for an answer to a question I was too afraid to ask. My life began with a single question that had freed me from the protection of the orphanage. I was really abandoned and alone.
Sitting here in my room I think back to the time the time when I was still at the orphanage and the boy who ruined my fairytale. Surely he was one of the students of the school because I knew everyone. Probably a visitor. Well, whoever he was I better not see him again. He changed my life once what makes me think he wouldn’t change it again. It wasn’t his fault but I am not taking any chances. 
I am happy. I am happy. I have caring parents who would buy anything I want. My room is filled with all my favorite books and random trinkets I would occasionally buy. There is nothing wrong with my life. I am happy. Sure, I don’t have a lot of friends but I feel content. This is the life I have always wanted: a family. I have a little sister and she is loves me. What is not to love about my family? 
Tomorrow is my first day in my new high school. For the past ten years my family has moved seven times. It is fine. I can do it. I am a senior now. One more year I will in college and during those four years, I can make permanent friends. This is the last time I will have to meet strange new faces and restart my life.
THE NEXT DAY
The first day of school went by pretty fast; before I knew it was sixth period, study hall. I had no homework so what is better to do than to draw. I drew pictures of flowers and a young boy. Who is this boy? I smeared his face and smiled. At least the flowers are still pretty.

When I was walking out of a library a hand grabbed my arms. Startled I turned around; it was the same boy from my sketch. I probably saw his face this morning or something.
“You are Hope right?”
“Yeah. What about me?”
He pulled me to aside and looked me. His face was sad and serious.
“Look, I am sorry for embarrassing you at that school.”
So it was him. “It’s fine no big deal we all make mistakes. We were kids anyways.”
“No this was a big deal, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have ran and gotten into that car accident. I am sorry.” WHAT?
“I don’t know what you are talking about…” I murmured. 
“I have to go now. See you later!” He handed me a piece of paper and disappeared.
What car accident?
TO BE CONTINUED. I don't know if I want to continue this story. There are too many twisted plots now...