It was weird thinking that the person that I sit behind in English could be suicidal for all I knew. Maybe the guy I work with mother is dying. At the end of the day nobody knew anybody. I don't think many people took the time to think about it, the fact that everybody has that one secret that nobody knows, not even their best friend. Some people think nobody knows how they feel, they feel like they are the only person who is in a certain situation.
I'm one of those people. 
Nobody knew how it felt, nobody knew how it felt to watch your own mother cry because she couldn't afford to get you a christmas present or a new top. Nobody knew. Nobody even knew that my mother was struggling to put food on the table and pay the bills. Though, I was grateful for what I had because I knew there were children out there who had it much worse. I was greeted by my mother one sunny day after school and sat on one of the chairs, talking to her about my day.
“How much homework do you have?” My mum asked as she washed the dishes.
“Not much,” I shrugged. “A few questions for history, that's it.”
“Oh, that's okay. You should go do it, Logan before it gets late.” I nodded my head, heading towards my room which was close to the back door. We lived in a small house, with two bedrooms and one bathroom but it was enough.
Dad left mum and I when I was 15, nearly 3 years ago. He left her for a girl only a few years older then me. I
haven't heard from him since, though for my 16^th birthday, he got me a car. Though I know how to drive, I have never once used it. I have told my mum countless times that I'll sell it but she doesn't want me to.
I finished my History homework within an hour and went downstairs to keep my mum company. When I went to the kitchen she was leaning against one of the walls, tears filling her eyes and it broke my heart.
“M-mum?”
“Oh, Logan,” she said wiping her tears. I looked much like my mum, we had the same dark brown, almost black hair and big chocolate brown eyes. The only think I seemed to get from my father was my pasty skin. “I was just-just.”
“Mum, what's in your hand?” I questioned slowly, looking at the white envelope in her hands.
“N-nothing. It's just from a friend.”
“Mum, tell me,” I demanded. I didn't usually speak to my mother this way, she had raised me better then that but at this point, I just wanted to know what was wrong with my mother.
“It's from the council... they're-they're taking the house away from us.”
“What, why?!” I exclaimed.
“Sweetie... I am so sorry,” my mum bowed her head. Like she ashamed. Ashamed of what? This was all my dads fault.
“Mum, it isn't your fault,” I told her softly. “I love you,” I murmured. “I couldn't wish for any other person to be my mum. If I had a chose, I would you choose you every single time.”
“I promise everything will be alright in the end,” she told me. “I'll make sure of it.”
“Mum... where are we going to live?” As soon as I asked, I wish I hadn't.
“Well, I am going to call your Aunt Cassidy and see.” Aunt Cassidy wasn't really my aunty, though growing up she was like my second mother, my mums best friend.
This was one of the times that I wanted to be alone so I excused myself, holding back tears. Finally, when I got to my room the tears came pouring out and I sobbed into my pillow. That night, I made a wish.
I wished that somehow I would be able to help my mum. 

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Teaser: A name was written on the board in neat cursive handwriting. It said Mr Parker. 
{A/N So this is my new story, it is a love story. I know many people have strong beliefs about student/teacher relationships and I understand that but this story isn't about a 50 year old teacher. Mr Parker is young. I hope you guys don't find it boring! I have been having some doubts about UMP but I decided to upload the prologue and see what you all think. Feedback? For those of you who have no idea what this story is about you can go to my website: www.sugarfreakstories.weebly.com and there is a blurb and what the characters look like (most of the characters haven't been introduced)}