A/U: The first line is Barbra Jean's, this is in Kyra's POV, and I am so broke I can't afford the copyright anymore, so as of right now, Reba doesn't belong to me. I know it's short, but I'm kinda screwed on ideas right now, so this is what I can come up with. Review nice!
"Why don't YOU put that in your pipe and SMOKE IT? Huh? HUH?!"
And this is what I wake up to every day. Night I should say. I check the clock. The glowing alarm face says that it's 2:13 in the morning. I get up and walk to my window, and, thrusting it open, slide into the bush underneath it, and trek to my Mother's house to sleep in my old room.
I have been doing this for three months.
I let myself in and creep upstairs, into my old room to get a decent nights sleep.
"Don't want to be an American Idiot, don't want to be a beer swilling manic"
My iPod wakes me up at 5:15 so I can take the short walk back to my father's house. I slide in my window, close it quietly, and start to get ready for the school day.
When will this end?