I guess I haven’t explained my “new family” as my Aunt called themselves

I guess I haven’t explained my “new family” as my Aunt called themselves. There’s Aunt Emma (makes me think of Judy Garland screaming, Auntie Em! Auntie Em!), and Uncle Robert and their three kids. Sarah who is sixteen like me. Kendal who is almost nineteen. And Rachel who is ten.

The reason that they’re my “new family” is because – well, I have no clue where my Dad is and I’m not really even sure who he is. He skipped out on me and Mom when I was really little. Mom died of cancer two weeks ago. So now I get to live with my “new family.” Not to replace my old one.

They’re nice enough people, I guess. They’re trying really hard and I am grateful. I’m just not really sure how to take them. So far they haven’t said anything about the way I dress but the other day when this lady from their church came, she gave me this horrified look – and the dress wasn’t even that bad. But heck! I was wearing it for my mom’s funeral. Aren’t you SUPPOSED to wear black? And I’m not goth or anything. That was the only one I had. And I looked good in it. Really good.

But that’s beside the point. I guess I’m just kind of turned off to Christians because like – there was this girl at my old school who told me I was a sinner and going to Hell and I needed to repent and be saved. But honestly, I couldn’t see a lot of difference between her and me. I’m a good person. Most of the time I don’t even cuss. Then on the other hand, there was this OTHER girl who wore skirts all the time. Long skirts. And she had long hair and she didn’t wear makeup and she was really, really nice but . . . I couldn’t live like that. I’d go stark-raving mad.

My new family. . . they’re kind of in the middle. They’re nice people. They pray before meals. They go to church. Sarah wears skirts but I saw her in a pair of blue jeans too so I guess it doesn’t matter to her. And they get along with each other really well. I like that part. I haven’t heard either parent yell since I got here – of course, it’s been less than a week but . . . well, maybe there could be something to this Christianity thing. Not that I want it. But I am interested to see it plays out.