At first glance she thought that this new place might just hold something, something more than what only you could see with you're average eye. When she looked around at the unfamiliarity of this place she was to call home, it was like a jolt of electricity through cold blue water and sent her the reality of the situation she was to call one of the most trashy places in town home. She was on the cusp of thirteen and new that this would now be her secret because when you're a teenage girl the last thing you want people to say is 'wow what trailer trash'. She looked around and with a sigh she exclaimed "Groveland manor, home sweet home."
             Veronica called her from inside her new home, "bring that bag in here," the voice of a woman that she barely knew rang in her ears. She had known Veronica for all her life, as she was her mother but had never really known her. Her connection with her mother was confusing. Since she was young her mother hadn't been there all the way emotional. Many times she had tried but for some reason the world hadn't been on her side. Her mother was tall, thin and had dark brown wavy hair, her eyes were cold like ice when she looked into them it gave her chills. Her face was worn out wrinkled and yet in her eyes her mother was beautiful, she could never understand why though, after feeling neglected for so many years she found herself screaming for attention and love from Veronica.
             Claire had a hard time since the move from California two years before, her past and what was going to be her future was there, everything she had learned to love and rely on was gone in a flash. She was used to being easily molded and adapted into new settings seeing as how she hadn't been at one school for more than a year at a time. She found it hard to let down her barrier, she had a hard time with trust and it took her a long time to let anyone get to know her. Her dishwate...