Life pt. 1

Chapter 1: Beginning the Life of an American Teenager

"Alaisa"! Momma said

"What do you want mother"?

"What happened to you"?

"What you mean"?

Deep inside I knew what she meant. My grades were slipping, I got suspended from school twice this year, and I am thinking about dropping out of high school.

"You know".

"No I don't".

"You know what, forget it, you don't care neither do I"!

I felt this volcano inside me to say something back to her, so I could get my point across and explain. So, I did and yelled at her, said everything I had to say and kept it moving.

"Who do you think you are, little girl? Since you think you can talk to an adult like that then get out of my house like an adult"!

"What momma I never said I think I'm grown".

"I don't care, leave my house".

I took my clothes, and packed my bag leaving nothing but my furniture. I was glad I got to leave, but at the same time I had nowhere to go. I begged on the streets for money on my way to the Harley Church down the street. As I walked I earned $7.64 from the selfless people that gave me money. I couldn't do anything with $7.64, so I gave it to the Church for the orphans with no one to care for, such as me now. I was 17 in high school, with no home or family left to see. I thought about the situation and thought about what I should've did different. It was a tragic situation, even coming from me. After I left the church, I walked to the Motel 6 a block away. I was friends with the owner so he let me have a 2 night stay at the motel.

The next day, I got up and went to school. It had been the 2nd time this week going and I hated it more than ever. The minutes felt like hours, and the hours felt like days. I couldn't wait to leave and get focused on my life situation. I had an idea... I was going to apply for food stamps, section 8, and welfare. I needed all I could get. I was even going to apply for a nut check from the SSI department. This was too hard for me, I know it was my fault and I screwed up. But at this moment it wasn't the time for blame. This was my 1st day at the hotel and I had less than 36 hours to figure something out.

I slept in the hotel for my last day, I was too tired and stressed to even wake up and brush my teeth, so I just laid in bed. I wasn't going to school. Today was Thursday and I thought to myself to go to school on Monday. The rest of the week was all about business. If I didn't find a place in less than 4 hours, I would have nowhere. I eventually got up and got dressed, headed out the door, and looked for apartments. I see this place that I saw in a magazine before, right next to the motel.