"Mom," I cried out.
"Michelle sweetie," she said," This is George." (George was mom's new boyfriend).
"Hi, nice to meet you," I said with pain.
"It is a pleasure to meet you," he said with a deep penetrating voice," But I must be going now work calls." Mom walks him to the door. I ran upstairs flying. I go into my bedroom and lock it as soon as fall on to the fluffy white cloud, tears poured down my face like a rushing river. In my mind I'm saying how could she do this to me again. She goes out with guys for a month. Then, poof there is another one.I can't handle it. I fell like running away but that will break her heart and I can't do that to her with dad dieing last year. Although, she seems to be over it already. I start to wonder if she even cares that he is dead. "Michelle, can you come here please," she said in a soft voice.
"I'm coming," I scream out angrily. I know what she was already going to say, she does this every time so I already had my answer ready. " Yes mom, what do you want," I ask her kind of nasty.
"So, what did you think of George?" she asked with innocent eyes but sad eyes. I knew she knew I really didn't like him.
"He is the same as the others," I exclaimed.
"What is that suppose to mean," she shouted.
"It means I'm tired of you coming in here after every month with different guys all the time," I yelled at her," Do you know what the kids say about you at school when they see you with different guys all the time." What about me? What about me?