Aunt Sofia, the only person in this entire world that I feel actually cares about me. I have no friends, let alone best friends. My parents don't care about me, and they stopped enrolling me in school after my sophomore year, so obviously they don't care. I often don't talk much so if you heard me talk, you would never recognize who I am. I don't work because the only thing that wouldn't make me get a good report from my parents was prostitution, but you would have to talk for that.
If you're wondering why I have no friends, it's because I usually tend to be a downer. I get told I'm pretty by some guys, but they usually tend to be fuckboys. But there's also a rumor that went around saying that I was bisexual because of a stupid game of spin the bottle. So, therefore, I now have no friends.
My parents stopped enrolling me in school because they said that there were many opportunities for a tenth grade education and that it would save them money. Well... no.
So when my birthday came, I was actually kind of excited. My Aunt Sofia's picking me up.
I showered and slipped on a mint green top, ripped jeans, and black vans. I go downstairs and see my parents.
"Good morning!" I say in a tone that was entirely too happy. "So do you guys have anything special planned?"
"Yeah," My mother says. "Your father and I are leaving soon."
"But what about me?" I say.
"What about you?"
"I'm 16, Mom."
"Well congratulations, you want a fucking medal?"
"Mom, did you really-" I stop myself right there. The more I try to fight her, the worse it's gonna end for me. "Okay." I simply say.
I then see her car pull into the driveway and I leave.
"Hey Aunt Sophia." I say as I hop in the front seat.
"So what's your mom doing for your birthday?"
"She and dad are leaving. She didn't get me a card, she didn't even acknowledge that it was my birthday." She simply sighs and shakes her head. She then drives to her house.
At her house, I talk to my cousin Sabrina. She's the closest thing that I have to a friend. She just turned 15 2 weeks ago and she's the only person I can talk to. What I like about Sabrina most is she's pretty much a downer too. So when we talk she never says, "cheer up!" "It's gonna be okay!" or other shit like that. She's cool. We then have dinner and talk, like an actual family would.
"So, Ally," My aunt Sam begins. "How's school." Aunt Sofia nudges her and Sabrina and I look at her. "What'd I do?" I stare down at my food and eat silently. "Ally." She says my name. She repeats it until she's basically screaming.
"I'm not in school!" I say. She then stays silent and we all eat quietly until my cousin Wes breaks the silence.
"So, Mom, when are we moving?"