"Road diary day 10. It's been 10 days since I started this new journey. 10 whole days of not almost no sleep and rations. But I'm still happy that I made this decision."
-Ok, we are here,-said the grumpy man-gimme that 15 bucks you promised!
-Here, thank you for the ride.
I got out of the car and stood there amazed by the beauty of Goiky canal. It was a dream destination the moment I heard about it.
Oh, I forgot to clear some things up. I'm Liy, and I'm 17 years old and I will be an 11th grader this year. This will be the 16th high school I attend. You may ask why? It's a really long story. I'll sum it up.
I was born in the USA, american mother, japanese father. He left the family when I was 2. My mom started drinking when I was around 9. My shithead dad went to Japan, married a woman there, and had a kid, my half-sister. They had a normal life there, when at age 14, my mom decided to travel there and take me with herself. I knew it was a horrible idea, but I didn't wanted to stop there. I hoped that they could talk it out. They are adults after all.
When we arrived, mom kicked the door and started yelling at my father. His wife joined them. Than, a thing that I couldn't even expect happened: mom threw a vase at dad. It almost hit his head but he avoided it with his hand, which started heavily bleeding. He also yelled at mom and was beating her up. I tried to stop him by holding him down....
I didn't see that. It's not...my fault...
I while holding him down, I didn't see that the hanger was behind me. I tried to pull him away from mom when I accidentally hit his head with the hanger. I immediatly dropped him. His head was bleeding. He tried to stand up, but couldn't. I was so mad at myself. His wife and kid were looking at me frightened. I just then realized that my shirt was bloody. At that moment I realized that I should run away. So I did.
As far as my legs can.

I haven't heard from them since. Mainly because I didn't wanted to.
I miss my mom, but I'm sure she's feeling better now.

This is my story, and here I am 3 years later. I still have scenes of the entire thing coming back to haunt me. I still can't sleep some days. But I'm happy that I made this decision. I'm on my own.
And now, I will start my new school next week. It's called Goiky High, and it's a pretty famous school. My grades aren't that bad, so hopefully, I can be enrolled there. Luckily, I was able to get into the dorm a few days ago.
I think this is one of the first time in the last 3 years when I feel proud, free and really happy.