Well. Recently in the past few days, some events had taken place. Not to long ago, my godmother passed away. She was a funny as hell person, and very caring. One time, when I was on the bus(she was my bus driver for Elementary, Middle, and High school), I was I believe 10, and that day I was having a rough time. Some of my friends joined someone in on bullying me, and then my teacher at the time gave me detention for something I had nothing to do with, and the biggest problem was that my mother was never around... My mother was either at work, or at her friend's house, drinking or what ever. But my godmother saw how bad I was feeling, and I was the las tkid to be dropped off, as always. Bit right after she dropped everyone off, she took me to a diner, and got me a foot long hotdog, a bag of UTZ cheese curls, and the largest cup of Cherry Coke she could get me. She knew what was going on, and helped cheer me up. May she rest peacefully.