Foot Steps

Another Lost

Clarrisas POV

Friday's, now I hate Friday's. I got up and put on that drab long black maxi skirt, and a plain black t-shirt. It's official I've worn this too much. I grab my black handbag that I already have prepackaged for these occasions. Funerals. An extra thing of mascara and eyeliner, baby wipes, and tissue. Lots and lots of tissue. You think that I wouldn't be able to cry at things like this anymore. For some reason I feel like I should be used to lost but each time someone leaves me I break down. First Bryan, my dad, or the sperm donor as I call him because honesty that's all he is. He left when I was 2 and never looked back.

Then my grandma in a car reck when I was 12. My best friend Haddy commited suicide when I was 13. Then a week later Haddy's mom. My fist boyfriend was killed in an Un related drive by dropping me off at home when I was 14. My uncle Charles whom I barely knew but always sent me stuff every month died when his military camp was bombed when I was 16. Now here I am 17 years old saying goodbye to my grandpa who was the father figure to me.

After some random priest said some random words about a random guys he didn't even know my mom cried... I cried and we left. I went home and did what I always do, I plugged in. I plugged my neon green DJ style headphones into my laptop and signed into youtube to watch other people live a seemingly interesting life. I clicked on PointlessblogTV to watch Alfie Deyes new daily vlog when a message popped up on my MacBook pros screen "make sure you are connected to the wifi" it said. Oh know not again.

Every once in a while my mom would be worried about my social life and my ability to interact in the real world. I got up and stormed into the living room knowing she was changing the wifi password. Oh golly miss holly was a storm a brewing.

"MOM WTF! I thought you said you wouldn't do this again!"
"Really you need to unplug"
"I fucking hate you, you ugly bitch" and with that I throw the big fancy vase at her head
"That's it your going to live with your aunt, pack your stuff I've had it this is gonna help" she said storming out of the house

Aunt? What aunt? I was pretty sure at this point my whole family had been killed off or left me. But wth I'll go along wi my moms plans I'm sure this "aunt" will hate me just as much as everybody else on this earth and send me back in a day. It being 9 in the afternoon I pack all of my things and go to sleep

~next day~

I woke up to my bedroom door shutting. I roll over to grab my phone but instead I grab an envelope sitting on top of it. It was North Western airline ticket to....wtf...London? My "aunt" lives in fucking England. And attached to that is a hand written not saying nothing but

Dear Clarrisa,
This is for the best. The taxi will be at the house at 9:45 ish. Behave I love you
Mom

Yeah that was the parting letter to a mom that truly love her daughter alright. I grab my phone and look at the time 9:32. Fuck. I jump up and put my pair of senior sweat pants on and a tight gray #TeamInternet Tyler Oakley t-shirt that revealed my stomach put my hair in a bun, slipped on some off brand uggs, and waited by the front door of my child hood home for a car to pull up and wisk me away to a hopefully more interesting place.

~Arriving In London~
The plane lands and I exit and almost as soon as I step into the airport all of these wonderful accents I only hear on YouTube are apparent to me in real life. Then I hear/see a confused looking lady holding a picture yelling "Clarissa!". I look at her and a flashback hits.

FLASH BACK
-my mom fighting with...another version of herself. A younger prettier mor fashionable version of her self. I'm 6 I think. And all I hear is "Go Sabrina your useless anyway! What? You think your gonna run away to Europe and become a fashion God! Psst! Your no better than the scum on the sidewalk!". Then she the sobbing Sabrina pulls me in for a hug and apologizes for leaving me with all this instability but promises she will help her sooner or later to escape it.