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Chapter Three: My Own Worst Enemy
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I woke up this morning feeling fine and just a bit groggy. Today is Saturday. Labor Day weekend, which means no school Monday. Too bad mom has to go to the hospital today, she could have really done wonders with this little break. Ever since the divorce she has been working over time and less time will we see each other. Surprising to some, I like hanging out with my mother. She's really cool to be around, but now she is grumpy and not herself. I wish she will just move on with someone else. Maybe then my problems and hers will cease to exists. I smiled to myself. Last night was fun...just me and Duncan. We haven't done that in a while. Sometimes he's just so busy flirting with girls at school or just hanging with Geoff. Lately I don't really care, I've been to depressed. Handling my mom is a handful and tiring. Today is my day. I'm going to do something good for myself; for my happiness. I throw my legs off the bed and head to the bathroom to go wash up for my big day today.
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After I got out the shower I headed down to the kitchen to go eat breakfast. Something just tells me that today I'm going to hit lucky number three.
Here's a fun fact: I am my own worst enemy. I sabatage myself to make the pain go away and it's killing me. The pain is taking control and the harder it comes the harder I hurt myself and sometimes I don't always hit lucky number three but I get unholy number one. Today something tells me that might just change even if it is only for today. I smile and make my breakfast, my little feast.
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After I ate breakfast I went for a morning walk then I decided to go to the mall and shop. I walk up and down the green tiles in the mall and stop when I reach one of my favorite shoe store, Roys. I squeal silently to myself and enter.
"Hi and welcome to Roys. Is there anything I can help you with?" A guy that you could tell was gay spoke.
"No I'm just looking around."
"Okay." He says a little too feminine for my liking but you could tell he was a fun person to be around. I looked to my right and as soon as I did I saw the cutest pair of wedges! I walked up to them and picked them up and looked at the price. 80 dollars. Just within my budget. I grabbed them and walked to the gay man that greeted me earlier.
"Hi, umm, I would like to get a size 8 in this shoe if you have it. Please?"
"Sure." He says and walks to the back and I examine the shoe once more in delight. It was a white and tannish color with a tie around strap and the ankle that you could tie into a bow and there was another strap right before you get to the toes. t was absolutely perfect for me.
The man came back and handed me my size. I sat down on one of the near by seats and tried on the shoe. I fitted perfectly. I could just tell my smile broadened and I took the shoe off.
"I'll take them."
"Good choice." He said and I smiled. I rung up the shoes, I paid for them, and headed out to another store with a HUGE smile on my face.
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When I got home from shopping which was around 8. I saw mom smiling! She was talking on the phone and giggling. Oh my God. Today must be the best day ever. I went up to mom and smiled at her and she smiled back at me. I went to my room and put my bags up and went back downstairs to go prepare dinner for my mom and I.
Yup, today was definitely a lucky number three day.
So if your reading this I know you read the story! YAY! And if you didnt read the story and just went straight down here there wasnt really a point cause I really have nothing important to say down here to tell the truth and right now im just babbling and rambling and...yeah, imma stop that right here.
So sorry this is sooo short. Umm I don't know weather to tell her secret tomorrow or the day after....hmmm. A lot of people said she was cutting herself and is definitely not it. Sorry.
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Well choke on our vomit, and that will be the end.