Ch.2 Adapt or Adopt?

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As I walk threw the door
waiting for the daily welcome
home blow to the head I
cringed , but nothing happened
I walked farther in and I saw
mom sitting at dads chair
crying. "Mom?... Are u ok?" I asked questioning the situation. "Go Away you whore!" She yelled. Scared to death by her quick and pronounced response I ran, but before I made to the top of the stairs she caught my leg. " listen here you PIECE OF TRAHS" she said wiping away tears with one hand and grabbing hold of me with the other while, still looking strong and powerful "I hope you know you were a mistake!" She spat at me again "I SHOULD HAVE NEVER ADOPTED YOU!" From her low greedy voice to a loud vocalized scream. Still standing, kneeling at the top of the stair with her hand finally letting go of my leg I bolted to my room and locked the door. With my back to the door slowly going down to my knees I started to cry.

Now with the goal being stay away from my mother I've turned my room into a
Little home you could say, I have my food I stole, a bucket, a window, and some blankets. I could use the window to go to school everyday and I could find money on the road to be fed. I think it will be the only way to stay away from mom for now.
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IM NEW AT THIS, SORRY IF THE GRAMMAR IS TERRIBLE.

-AMERICANNTRASH

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