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Hey I'm Nicole, I'm 17. And I hate my life. My mom is an acholic, my dad left us and my brother is the only one that cares about me.
(I'll tell more about her later sorry)

I was laying on my bed, I heard my mom calling me down, I got up and walked down stairs.

Of course she's drunk...

"Nicole make dinner! You were supposed to every night! You never listen! Why can't I have a better daughter...jeez. " My mom said

I act like I didn't hear the last part. And i start making dinner

I made chicken, mash potatoes and green beans.

"DINNERS READY!"

My brother rushed in and his friend was over, Michael.

I didn't want to eat so I walked back up stairs.

My brother grabbed my arm tight and said "eat something please, I don't like you starving your self."

"Im not starving myself, it's called I'm not hungry..." I said

"Please Nicole!" Jake said

"No!" I said

I ran in my room and took a shower and then went to sleep

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Hope yall liked it!

~payton

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