The Things We Do
Chapter 1
Are the stars always pretty?
The crisp night air continues to whip my hair, there's no point in trying to get it to stay up anymore. Frozen streaks of water drip down my face as I cradle myself. The midnight ocean above looks ravishing and innocent. Sitting on the cool September grass I can't help but smile and remember simpler times; when my world wasn't such a living hell.
It all started when that jerk of a mother ditched/divorced my loving, carefree dad. She 'insisted' that he was filling my head with quote on quote nonsense. Mother's version of nonsense is a bunch of bull. Plain and simple. Let's also not forget the fact that she has a tendency to hit on anything with a moving pulse. Disturbing, I know. Sadly, my living arrangements are with the devil herself because some dickhead judge decided that a former alcoholic is the best thing that's happened to me.
I need to go home. I don't want a shouting war with my mom again, that's the LAST thing I want right now. Plus my legs are threatening to go numb anyway so, I might as well get a move on. Trudging down the path that leads to my personal house of horrors I can't help but think about my suck-ish life.
"Dwelling on your problems isn't going to solve them" Jeremey says. It's his favorite catch phrase. Jeremey and I've been friends since the first day of 11th grade. I had a crappy morning so far thanks to you-know-who and as soon as I walked through the door he says point blank:
"Well someone looks like a tornado swallowed them whole this morning".
"Gee, thanks". Sometimes my sarcasm can get the better of me most times. Ok, maybe ALL the time. But what difference does it make? I smiled. He did the one thing most couldn't get me to do on any regular shitty morning. Hmm I like him already, I thought. So that's how our beautiful friendship began.