I can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Everyday my life gets worse and worse. No matter what I do. No matter how hard I try. It just won't stop. My luck just won't stop running low.
"Cici come here!" my mom yelled. "whatttt?" I replied in a tired voice. Of course I found her sitting in one of are camping chairs out on the deck drinking a beer.
"I need to talk to you" "Well as you know me and Rick haven't been talking lately". Paha I wonder why? I thought to myself, I mean it's kinda of obvious, but still she won't admit it too herself or anyone else in the world. She has a drinking problem. Yeah, sure she's not one of the ones that drink till they pass out, but that still doesn't mean she doesn't have a problem. "And you know the only reason we stayed in Florida was because of Rick" "so New York here we come"
My first reaction was happy. I've been begging her to go there forever but she wouldn't leave Rick her boyfriend at the time. I use too hate it here in Florida I thought it was the borest place in the world. I wanted to go New York where it was exciting and there where lots of things to do, but there was nothing I could do to change her mind.
So Florida is where I stayed. tried my hardest to keep happy and I did well at least it looked like I did, but deep deep inside I knew I was sad, but there was nothing I could do about it. Now finally after making it to as where I like it and can live here and don't want to move is when my mom tells me we are going to move. That's where my bad luck comes running in.
Hey what can I do though right? So I just told her "great". She went through all this stuff when where going to move, how where living with my aunt and all this other crap, but was I listening? No. Just thinking and nodding. That night I cried. I cried because I new I couldn't do anything. I cried because like always I was powerless.