I know I haven't updated for a long time, but I got some time today. So thanks to those who reviewed and for waiting.

The dreary funeral music filled the room. Lots of people have been coming up to me and saying they're sorry and shit like that. I don't understand why. They didn't do anything. I looked over at my father. He seemed to be enjoying this, like it was a party. I remained emotionless, not saying anything to the people that talked to me. My only answer was shaking my head or nodding.

As you can guess, Mom didn't make it. She died during the surgery. Dad wanted her to be cremated because it was cheaper, I tried to convince him not to. But he never listens to me.

The weeks after were even harder because made me go to school. I woke up early to avoid Dad and his hang over. Since Mom's death he goes out every night to drink and I hardly ever see him. Not that I want to. I changed into my school clothes quick and tiptoed into the kitchen. I looked in the fridge and cupboards. They were completely empty. We hadn't gone shopping since Mom had left, and we desperately needed food. I knew that Dad had a stash somewhere in his room. Maybe if I could take just a little no one would notice.

I walked as silently as I could to the door. The knob felt icy cold in my hand as I slowly turned it, trying to make as less sound as possible. I winced as the door slowly creaked. A moment went by, but Dad didn't stir. I slid through the small opening and lightly dashed over to his drawer. I took out twenty dollars, and left the room as fast as I could. I sat in the kitchen panting while I fixed some cereal. "What the fuck do you think you are doing you little bitch?" a low voice said from behind me.

"Making cereal," I said turning around to face my father. "Why?"

He struck me on the face. "Not that. You know what I mean."

"No, I don't," I lied holding the side of my face. Normally I wouldn't lie, but we really needed the food.

"God damn it you little liar!" He kicked me in the ribs and I fell to the ground.

"Now listen up you little shit," he said holding me up by my shirt so that we were face to face. "I know that you stole that money. Don't lie I saw you. Now what were you going to do with my money?"

I paused to think what I should say. "To buy groceries," I stuttered out. "We're out." For some time the everything stood still. Then he threw me against the wall. "Hurry up and get to school, I have stuff to do."

"But," I began to protest.

"I said go!" He hit me on the other side of the face. "That's what you get for disobeying me. Now get your ass to school." I ran to the door and grabbed my book bag. I shut the door just before what ever he threw at me hit my head. I don't like school. It's almost as bad as home. I do fine with my grades and schoolwork, but I just don't like going.

"Hey Mitari," Goro, a person that goes to my school, said putting an arm around me. I hate Goro, and like everyone else he hates me. "What's up?"

I tried to just keep walking and avoid him, but he just fallowed. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" I don't talk at school, not even to teachers. If I do its only a few words. "Come on, say something," he said pushing me to the ground.

"Just leave him alone you bastard," a boy with slicked back black hair said hitting him in head. Goro fell to the ground. "God he's annoying," who ever that was said muttered to himself, leaving me.

I just watched him walk away, not really understanding what had just happened. I snapped back to reality when I heard the first bell ring calling the students in. I picked myself off the ground and ran to the school.

Ok it's not that long, but I promise the next one will be. But some is better then none, right? Well, review, what ever. Byes!