The Life We Live

1. Mother Trouble

*Hello. I am making this story based off the many conversations I have had bunched together haha hope you enjoy.*

Dear Diary,
School today was rough. I hate this school... never wanna go back. But I have to, cause that's how the world works, gotta work and learn till you die right?... hopefully today will get better. -Harlow

Harlow closes his diary and sets it on his desk while leaning against the wall on his bed. He looks around his room then outside his window. It was silent; except for some muffled noises coming from his living room. He sighs "I already dont know what to do"

Then litterally 10 seconds later..

"HARLOW COME GET THESE GROCERYS!!" Harlow quickly turns to his door noticing the crack from his mothers punches from nights she'd be intoxicated. He scratches his head and gets up from his bed. "Coming!"

Harlow gets out to the car and notices there isn't actually food. Just a bunch of alcohol and random snacks that aren't necessarily supposed to be filling. He turns around to look at his mother who is standing there staring at him. "what's this...?" He asks waving his hand at the alcohol. She continues to stare at him. Her messy red hair and light blue nightgown still torn up from a week ago at one of the parties she goes to. Harlow turns back to the car then back to her and asks again "what is this... where is the food!?"

"I'll get the food on my next paycheck.. I promise." She says in a guilty manner. "That's what you said last time." Harlow says in utter disappointment, and swiftly walks back into his room. He plops on his bed and retrieves his diary.

NVM TODAY IS DEFINITELY NOT GONNA GET ANY BETTER!
-HARLOW

He slams the diary back onto his desk and tries to breathe normally before he decides to do something he may regret. "I needa go take a walk.." he throws himself off of his bed and heads out the front door.

"Where do you think you're going?" His mother yells. Harlow ignores her and continues walking.

The neighborhood resides in a small town in Washington. You could think of it as the type of neighborhood that each neighbor knew everyones first, middle, and last name. Every neighbor waves and smiles at eachother and has cookouts every once in a while. Especially the older people, they love to cook. That's also where Harlow mostly gets his food from.

As Harlow is walking down the street he hears someone speak. "Mother trouble?" Says an old man. Harlow turns his head seeing him chilling on a rocking chair on his front porch. "I guess you could say that.." he responds trying to tell if he's familiar as he has never seen him before.

"Hopefully one day she will learn her lesson..." The old man chuckles

"what do you mean?" Harlow felt a little defensive but eager to understand this man's thoughts.

The old man stands up so Harlow can see him better. "Well... she has a young son.. which she loves dearly." He raises his eyebrows looking down and quiets his tone "hopefully..." then he looks back up and speaks normal again. "That son obviously doesn't seem to enjoy her habits..." He then tries to walk off his porch towards Harlow. As he steps down the steps he suddenly falls. Harlow quickly runs on the attempt of catching him whilst almost rolling his ankle a little bit. He fails catching him but still helps him back up. The old man then points to the ground to his glasses. Harlow picks them up noticing they're broken and feels as if it is his fault. "Im sorry sir..." Harlow says feeling guilty.

The old man waves his hand shrugging it off. "Don't worry about it, I have others.. I have gotten more clumsy then i'd like." He then clears his throat and continues talking. "Anyways.. as I was sayin... she is pushing you away isn't she?"