User:CraftTech/Sandbox

I woke up to the sound of the faucet running in the bathroom next to   my bedroom. I stretched my arms out, pulling the pink blankets from my body, then walked out. "Amelia?" I called out for my three year old daughter. I know it sounds bad, I'm 18. I had Amelia when I was just 15 years old, I was drunk at a party then me and my boyfriend at the time made a mistake, but she's by far the best mistake ever. I got kicked out of my house for being pregnant at such a young age, so I found my own place with the help of my friends. It was nothing special, but it was enough. It was more like a   cottage, it had little pavement steps, leading into the outskirts of    town, luckily for us, I had a car. So we got round fast. I had the option to live with my aunt in North Carolina, but that meant leaving all of my friends, so I didn't move there. My aunt is   very supportive, she comes down sometimes, at Christmas and stuff. She sends us money every week, $150 to be exact, $300 when it's one of our birthdays, Easter, thanksgiving or Christmas. Amelia and I's father split up, he left me when I got pregnant and moved away with his family to England. I never heard from him again. But Amelia was doing just fine without one, she was a very smart girl, my girl. "Yeah mommy?" She asked, she had an American accent from living here her own life, unlike me who had as much as a British accent you can get. "What are you doing?" I asked, opening the door to the bathroom. She was stood on her pink step, washing her hands. "I just went for a pee, so I had to wash them duh." She said with a   cheeky smile. I shook my head with a smile as she dried her hands off, then we