Everything's gonna be alright (English)✅

Chapter 1

Here I am now, we, we are standing in our new house. Here in Detroit, it's a total dump, you can't go out alone in the evening without having to expect to experience something unpleasant... I enter my room, the wooden slats on the floor squeak slightly, it's cold, the The curtain on the window is torn, the wallpaper is half torn off. Very nice. Not.

I put the box I'm holding in front of me and look around skeptically. Not so nice, but I'll find my way around somehow. Our house is small and is in a small settlement near a trailer park. It's Saturday right now, but less than two days from now I have to go to my new school, new friends and shit like that... honestly? I'm a lone fighter, I don't need friends, I'm fine on my own! I'll get that straight as well, as soon as I have to go to that shitty house called school...

But apart from joy and such, I have to speak English too?! I only learned English at school?! How am I supposed to have a reasonable conversation?!
Maybe I shouldn't trumpet that I understand English for the most part, then they'll think I don't understand them and can get an opinion from them first...but I'd rather speak German...

"Josie? Can you come please?!" I hear mom calling from downstairs...
"Coming" I call after, slightly annoyed...
So I leave my room again, down the stairs and go to my mother in the direction of the kitchen, which has not yet been furnished.

"Can you lend a hand? The movers say they want extra payment for carrying the boxes in...I don't want to pay for that too!"

"Yeah, I'm coming...where's Dad?" I ask my mother...

"He's already out, but watch out, his mood isn't great at the moment..."

"Okay, I'll be careful..."

Then I go out of the kitchen into the hallway and through the front door. I walk across the small wooden porch, across the driveway, over to the moving truck, which is parked on our street. The sky is pretty gray and it's relatively fresh outside. The time of year I like the least, even less than slush on the street... but no, just typical November weather...

A mover comes over to me and hands me a box: "Carry it in!" I just nod and walk into the house with long arms. This guy wasn't friendly right now... well, I don't really care either. I put the box down in the hallway and go back out. That suits me. He looks pretty annoyed. Well, he's pretty much always in a bad mood...

Mom has mental problems. Not only because she occasionally hits him when something doesn't suit him, no, she also tried to drown her problems in alcohol from time to time. This has led to her becoming addicted to it. If she had moved, she might not have lost her job in Germany, and we wouldn't have had to move to this dump for Dad's job... Mom actually always has bags under her eyes and is always tired. If there is no alcohol in the house, I have to hold out and the next day I occasionally have a few bruises...

Yes, it's ugly, but what should I do, resist? And thereby fueling my father's anger even more? No! Definitely not! Still, my mom is definitely my favorite of my parents...even though she can get quite freaky at times...and even though she tries to show kindness for the most part, I still don't have a very good relationship with my parents. It's always exhausting, so exhausting that I often didn't dare to go home, well, my parents didn't really care where I was, because they've never really taken care of me...
_____________________________

So at first, as you've probably noticed, this isn't a English story, I wrote it in German and have already uploaded it completely in it. I just wanted to translate it in English so other people are also able to understand that...it could be a little confusing,but if you have any questions, just ask :)

Hope you enjoy it :)