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I sit here in the dark...
Alone I am...
Which is what I fear I will always be....
Journal,
I had come into the usual scene I come into everyday. Not no sound heard through the little walkway, but immedietly anyone would notice the broken glass on the floor. There had been a sharp pain in my foot. Lifting it up a large peace of glass was sticking out of my shoe. Along with a label. A beer label. The place had been trashed. The reasons were already known. Of course I was left to pick up the mess.
I had walked in to pure quietness afterwards. No one seemed to be home. My mom usually went out alot with her so called 'girlfriends'. They liked to party. And I mean party. Mom came home drunk and out of it afterwards. That was if my father would actually let her go.
These moments are wonderful, just to sit here and do nothing. And now sadly they are coming to an end as right now I here the door opening...
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Laughs filled the air. Laughs of pure ignorance. They were all coming from my of course drunk mother. I quickly put away the book in my hands. Stuffing it behind the couch's cushion. My mother walked right pass me like I was nothing. She went strait into the kitchen as I could hear her rummaging through things.
" Where are all the doritos?", she asked me as she poked her head out of the door.
" I ate them all...", seeing her with a look of disgust I figured I had to explain myself for 'eating'," Mom thats all that was here...I was just hungry."
" Damn you...", she said going back into the kitchen.
Prancing around like she was something else in the hot red lipstick and heels as long a yard stick. Then she plopped on the couch grabbing one of her cigarrettes and started puffing away. We sat there for what seemed like hours until I heard the door fly open once again. None other then my 'father' himself was standing in the walkway. He didn't look to happy.
My mother jumped up. Excited to see him, she begn giving him a hug. He pushed her off him as soon as she started. Not roughly just enough for her to fall over the things that she called 'shoes'. My teeth were clenched.
"Get of me...", he said heading into the kitchen. I could hear him snapping open one of his beers.
My mother chose to follow him.," Poo...whats wrong?", I made sure to listen to this conversation.
"I quit.", I heard him mutter shortly.
"What!? Poo, thats the third job this week? You quit all those?", he didnt answer," Your not getting fired from these jobs are you?"
" What are you talking about!?", the anger rose in his voice," Im the only damn one that supports this family! If it wasnt for me...you and that boy would be out on the streets and dead!"
I rolled my eyes at this answer. We had nothing to this so called 'house'. We had to get food stamps, mom was always borrowing money, we were lucky if he actually worked long enough to get a actual paycheck. Maybe I should have worked tonight. It was my one and only day of this week, but it any penny would count in this matter.
"Please..dont be mad.", I heard my mom say," I know you work hard. Poo, I'm sorry I really am."
He then headed pass me and up the stairs. Without so much as a grunt, and he had a large case of beer at his side. With a pack of smokes in the othet hand. Hear we are about to lose are house, and dad still spends money on those things. It disgusted me. I had absolutly no respect for this man.
Snapping back to reality my mother was sitting next to me on our couch.
"So how much do you make on those jobs of yours?", she asked casually taking another puff.
I simply shrugged.," It wouldn't help us anyways. He always takes it."
"He supports us. Be glad we arent on the streets.", she paused," Maybe we could sell some of this furniture...", she let out a long sigh.," You know I almost had an abortion...", this statement caught my attention as I turned my gaze directly at her.," Your father didnt want a child. He liked life on the road. With his little old band. When he found out I was pregnant he was furious", she stopped taking another puff of smoke," He left me at some convinent store with just enough money to use the phone. Well, I didnt have anybody. So, that night I called your father back. Begged him to take me back. He agreed as long as I agreed to get an abortion."
She had all my attention, " Well, he started saving up. As his band managed to get little gigs for some money. And my tummy started growing. And grow it did. And one day we did it. We had enough money. Your father rushed me to a doctor eager for them to get on with the operation. But we was denied. I hadn't been to the doctor once. Turns out I was already seven months pregnant. I knew I was big. But, we still wanted it. They wouldnt thought said it was to late."
Her hand then came up with my notebook in her hand.," Whats this?", she asked opening it.," Nothing..Nothing..", I grabbed it quickly snapping it close.
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The second day of school was always easiest. The being nervous part was over. And it was still a bit to early for the teachers to stack on much homework on us. Today was spirit squad practice. Yes, I still am the mascot. Its a excuse not for me to go home. To be funny. To be able to hide myself from everyone under the uniform.
I felt a hand tap my shoulder. Turning around Paige was standing there with her usual perky grin.," Still coming after school?", she asked.
I nodded," You bet.", a large grin formed on my face. Most kids despised school...but it was a chance for me to be with my friends. To forget my dreadful home life.
" As you know we have a game tommorrow", I nodded knowing about the soccer game," So we really need to work on that routine", she winked then walked off with Hazel.
It was Friday night and I was hoping to make plans with Toby. After work that is.
I sighed standing outside my classroom ready for the days events.
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A/N: Okay short I know! But I just really wanted to get this chapter out. It was totally boring wasnt it? Dont worry next chapter the real action begins! Just reveiw to see what happens next! ^_^
pickledxwriter-Well, Im coming back for a next chapter! Thanks for the reveiw!
Shane- Thanks for reveiwing!
NoLaBels- Thanks for revewing!!!!
lil-anime-anjewl - Thanks so much for reveiwing! I will surely be checkin out your stories ;)
If anyone knows the coding for italics or boldness please let me know! As you can see it didnt work in the last chapter!
If anyone wants to contact me they can reach me by:
Aim: LitaWWFDIVA2002
Email: pandydawn1234@yahoo.com
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I sit here in the dark...
Alone I am...
Which is what I fear I will always be....
Journal,
I had come into the usual scene I come into everyday. Not no sound heard through the little walkway, but immedietly anyone would notice the broken glass on the floor. There had been a sharp pain in my foot. Lifting it up a large peace of glass was sticking out of my shoe. Along with a label. A beer label. The place had been trashed. The reasons were already known. Of course I was left to pick up the mess.
I had walked in to pure quietness afterwards. No one seemed to be home. My mom usually went out alot with her so called 'girlfriends'. They liked to party. And I mean party. Mom came home drunk and out of it afterwards. That was if my father would actually let her go.
These moments are wonderful, just to sit here and do nothing. And now sadly they are coming to an end as right now I here the door opening...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Laughs filled the air. Laughs of pure ignorance. They were all coming from my of course drunk mother. I quickly put away the book in my hands. Stuffing it behind the couch's cushion. My mother walked right pass me like I was nothing. She went strait into the kitchen as I could hear her rummaging through things.
" Where are all the doritos?", she asked me as she poked her head out of the door.
" I ate them all...", seeing her with a look of disgust I figured I had to explain myself for 'eating'," Mom thats all that was here...I was just hungry."
" Damn you...", she said going back into the kitchen.
Prancing around like she was something else in the hot red lipstick and heels as long a yard stick. Then she plopped on the couch grabbing one of her cigarrettes and started puffing away. We sat there for what seemed like hours until I heard the door fly open once again. None other then my 'father' himself was standing in the walkway. He didn't look to happy.
My mother jumped up. Excited to see him, she begn giving him a hug. He pushed her off him as soon as she started. Not roughly just enough for her to fall over the things that she called 'shoes'. My teeth were clenched.
"Get of me...", he said heading into the kitchen. I could hear him snapping open one of his beers.
My mother chose to follow him.," Poo...whats wrong?", I made sure to listen to this conversation.
"I quit.", I heard him mutter shortly.
"What!? Poo, thats the third job this week? You quit all those?", he didnt answer," Your not getting fired from these jobs are you?"
" What are you talking about!?", the anger rose in his voice," Im the only damn one that supports this family! If it wasnt for me...you and that boy would be out on the streets and dead!"
I rolled my eyes at this answer. We had nothing to this so called 'house'. We had to get food stamps, mom was always borrowing money, we were lucky if he actually worked long enough to get a actual paycheck. Maybe I should have worked tonight. It was my one and only day of this week, but it any penny would count in this matter.
"Please..dont be mad.", I heard my mom say," I know you work hard. Poo, I'm sorry I really am."
He then headed pass me and up the stairs. Without so much as a grunt, and he had a large case of beer at his side. With a pack of smokes in the othet hand. Hear we are about to lose are house, and dad still spends money on those things. It disgusted me. I had absolutly no respect for this man.
Snapping back to reality my mother was sitting next to me on our couch.
"So how much do you make on those jobs of yours?", she asked casually taking another puff.
I simply shrugged.," It wouldn't help us anyways. He always takes it."
"He supports us. Be glad we arent on the streets.", she paused," Maybe we could sell some of this furniture...", she let out a long sigh.," You know I almost had an abortion...", this statement caught my attention as I turned my gaze directly at her.," Your father didnt want a child. He liked life on the road. With his little old band. When he found out I was pregnant he was furious", she stopped taking another puff of smoke," He left me at some convinent store with just enough money to use the phone. Well, I didnt have anybody. So, that night I called your father back. Begged him to take me back. He agreed as long as I agreed to get an abortion."
She had all my attention, " Well, he started saving up. As his band managed to get little gigs for some money. And my tummy started growing. And grow it did. And one day we did it. We had enough money. Your father rushed me to a doctor eager for them to get on with the operation. But we was denied. I hadn't been to the doctor once. Turns out I was already seven months pregnant. I knew I was big. But, we still wanted it. They wouldnt thought said it was to late."
Her hand then came up with my notebook in her hand.," Whats this?", she asked opening it.," Nothing..Nothing..", I grabbed it quickly snapping it close.
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The second day of school was always easiest. The being nervous part was over. And it was still a bit to early for the teachers to stack on much homework on us. Today was spirit squad practice. Yes, I still am the mascot. Its a excuse not for me to go home. To be funny. To be able to hide myself from everyone under the uniform.
I felt a hand tap my shoulder. Turning around Paige was standing there with her usual perky grin.," Still coming after school?", she asked.
I nodded," You bet.", a large grin formed on my face. Most kids despised school...but it was a chance for me to be with my friends. To forget my dreadful home life.
" As you know we have a game tommorrow", I nodded knowing about the soccer game," So we really need to work on that routine", she winked then walked off with Hazel.
It was Friday night and I was hoping to make plans with Toby. After work that is.
I sighed standing outside my classroom ready for the days events.
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A/N: Okay short I know! But I just really wanted to get this chapter out. It was totally boring wasnt it? Dont worry next chapter the real action begins! Just reveiw to see what happens next! ^_^