Why was I kicked out of home?

That question had been repeating itself over and over in my mind as if trying to permanently tattoo the words to the inside of my skull.

Was it my average grades or my low income from my job at McDonalds or me not being the nicest person in the world towards my brothers.

I didn't know.

And I probably never would.

But that moment would be remembered in my mind forever. It was as clear as if it were yesterday.

FLASH BACK

"Jessica!" I heard my Mum call from the kitchen.

I sighed before bounding in from the lounge room where I had been watching SpongeBob.'

She was sitting at the table, newspaper and mug in hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes Mum? I asked worried.

Mum Never cried.

Never.

She had been strong all the way through my whole life.

Dad going to jail.

Jordan dying.

Remus eloping and then running away to live with the girl.

Through all that.

Nothing.

"Who are you?" she asked

"What?" How could she ask who I am? She knew! She brought me into this world! She watched me grow up! She knew me sometimes better then I new myself.

"I SAID WHO ARE YOU!" Sheyelled. We were the only ones left in thi=e house so her tary yells echoed through the whole building.

"What do you mean!" I asked close to tears. This wasn't Mum. It wasn't her at all.

Mum stood up and slapped me. Hard. Across the face.

"Ow!" I half cried half screamed.

"Get out... Now... GET OUT AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

And within two minutes after that I had the front door slammed in my face.

FLASHBACK END

I still had no idea what happened to Mum and why she took it out on me.

But It was clear I wasn't a daughter to her anymore.

But she was still my mother

I had no idea why she kicked me out.

But I would find out.

I would make my mother love me again.

Or I would die trying.