The Way My Life Sucks

Chapter 2

My mom, her name is Beth, walked in.

She asked, "what is wrong with you?"

Beth is a crack-ho. Well, she's a recovering drug addict. I love my mom. She tries to make my life the best it could be. But we are poor so it is difficult. When I was 12 my dad had an affair and my mom took me and left. Sometimes she gets upset and destroys the house. It's not much of a house anyway. It's more like a run-down shack. I hated my dad for doing what he did. I got so upset and stressed out I didn't know how to handle it, so I cut. I only did it a couple of times. She caught me and sent me to a crazy doctor. His name was Dr. Curtis Connors. I stopped going to him after about a month of long boring meetings about him telling me what I was doing is wrong and other stupid stuff I didn't pay attention to.

"What!" I screamed at her. "Get out! I hate you!" I actually felt bad at what I had just said to Beth.

"I'm trying to help you, you are upset."

She pleaded to try to get me to tell her what happened. I decided I was going to tell her to make her happy for once.

"Gwen and I aren't friends anymore," I said still crying.

She held me in her arms cradling me like a baby.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. What happened?"

"She told me I wasn't good enough for her and that I dress like a little kid."

"How dare that girl!" She exclaimed, "how 'bout we drive to the mall and get you some new clothes so you can show off to her!"

We went to the mall and I had gotten the skimpiest outfits.

"We'll see who looks like a 6th grader now," i whispered to myself.