Hi hi! I am sorry for the delay, but at least I'm posting. It's the 19th and I'm updating. If you read my Fruits Basket story then you know what I mean as far as long waits! But this was probably longer. I am going to try to start making these chapters longer, but no promises. I write what I write. But please let me explain: The reason the chapters have been so short is that this story is being told in first person. Raven was little. Most people can not remember what happened to them before the age of two or three. Even then. Most people still don't remember. So, that's why they are the way they are! Well, here's the chappie…
As I said before, after my grandfather died things just got worse. At first I just thought it was my parents' way of dealing with the loss and all. But it wasn't. Life was no picnic anymore.
Normal days, well I shouldn't say normal. There is no such thing as normal. People who think they are normal are the ones who are craziest. Though I guess that would be me since I used to believe I was just a stupid, normal child. Well, I'm not sure whether or not I'd still be considered a child, but I still am stupid.
First of all there was my mother. She was constantly drunk. After her father died, my mother began to drink. That's just how it was. I was not allowed to question anything at all.
Then there was my father. He was there, but not in every way. The man was sometimes there physically but not mentally. Others he wasn't there at all.
We moved around several times. Things just weren't the same. With my parents like that life just didn't feel right.
But this is all beside the point. I apologize. I keep getting sidetracked. Let me tell you what a good day was like.
On a good day, I would wake up just in time to get dressed and catch the bus. I would have a quick bite to eat before I left. It would just be whatever I could throw together quickly. It was usually chocolate.
Then I'd catch the bus and no one would bother me. The bust ride was long. I might read or write to keep myself occupied. Probably sleep. Basically the idea is that I was alone.
Next, we'd get to school. I would go to my classroom and slip in unnoticed. The teacher would not call on me and the girls notice me. At lunch, I'd sit quietly with no interruptions. During recess, I would play alone.
Finally, the ending bell would ring and I would get on the bus for my return trip "home." The bus ride would be peaceful until I arrived at my stop. I would quickly get out and begin walking to the house where I lived.
Eventually, often after lots of stalling, I would arrive at the house. With luck mother would be passed out. Father didn't get home till later. This would give me the opportunity to sit down and do my homework or read. Anything to escape this world.
By 7pm father would be home and I would have already eaten. I would go upstairs and take my bath. And when nine o' clock came, I went to bed.
Right now you're probably thinking, "that's not so bad." I suppose I could agree. Others have it worse. But please don't judge me. At lest not until you've heard the whole story…
A/n: Thank you all who continue reading. I love you for your patience. You are the best people in the world! I promise to have ch.4 out soon. Thanks!
Thanks to the ONE person who reviewed.
Prologue:
Sam – Really? Thanks.
Chapter 1:
Sam - Thanks. That's good. I'll try, but please read my explanation at the top!
Chapter 2:
Sam – LOL. You said the same thing for the prologue!