It's hard to live with horrible parents. After all, my mother, an explosive member of the law enforcement, is just impossible to please. She sometimes is a nice, sweet, caring mother that all expect to be. Yet, most of the time, she is a being of anger, unable to be pleased, like God has brought down his wrath on me, and the Devil possesses her. Well, at least, that's how my dad describes it, I think his religious beliefs are stupid, just another way to be controlled. And that's basically dad, just a pliable and useless person who doesn't actually think for himself, even though he's a "teacher."
Today was one of the days mom was NOT happy. And I knew why. Tomorrow was Choosing Day, where each student has to choose his or her job in the future. I really think I'm cut out to be another member of the law enforcement, not because I want to, but because I'll be forced to. However, I always expressed my love of being a dare-taker, one who doesn't have a specialized job, but does any job that most others would deem to dangerous and would be scared of doing.
Back to the present, the minute mom came home she yelled "Robert!" and he came down.
"What?"
"You're not going to help Natalie study? She has to choose CORRECTLY tomorrow!" mom said with a stern glare in my direction.
"She's choosing what she WANTS to tomorrow, now what she will be forced into!"
"It's not forcing, it's part of the family sake. I'm a member of the law enforcement, my mother was, and my grandmother was! And we're not stopping with Natalie!"
"It's useless to argue with you"
As dad headed back upstairs, probably to go to sleep and avoid mom, she grabbed me and started shaking me, "Natalie, you WILL be a law enforcer! Or else I will disown you and you can live as a homeless member of the city!"
Once dad saw this, he jumped back down the stairs, and grappled mom off of me. Mom immediately turned around, pulled out a gun from her back pocket, put it up to dad's temple and shot. Bits of his brain and skull flew out of his head, and onto the carpet. Then, mom said "Natalie, take the carpet, and wash it, make sure that it's so clean that no one notices the blood. I'll take the body outside and bury it."
After seeing this, I knew that I couldn't live in my family anymore, especially not with mom. I took the carpet upstairs, but dropped it off as soon as I could. I then went into my room and grabbed some of my possessions. A flashlight, a few odds and trinkets, and most importantly, my school backpack. It would best be used to carry what I need for my adventure to come. Mom was outside, furiously working in the backyard to bury his body before curfew deemed that we all had to go inside. I quietly slipped out the front door, and went to the most restricted area anyone from our city can go. Outside.