Chapter 13

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“Who ya talkin’ to?” She says. She’s leaning against the wall and I can tell she’s drunk.

“Uhh. A friend.” I say. I quickly type into the Skype chat, ‘I gtg. Talk later.’ Then hang up the call. “How was work?” I ask her even though I already know the answer. Whenever mum comes home and drinks, it means she had a bad day at work. She stress-drinks.

“Awesome. I got fired.” She says sarcastically. I stare at her in shock.

“What? Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I was asleep.” She replies. Within a few seconds, she passes out. I sigh and drag her into her bedroom and onto her bed. Since Dad left, she’s been a mess.

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