Since some of y'all wont read my story, I'mma lets y'all read a chapter right now. This is Untitled....
I was listening to music when my mother burst into my room. "Tanya! Give me money now!"
"I don't have any."
"You're not telling the truth." She said. She was drunk. And her eyes were mostly closed.
"I am."
"You have a job."
"Ok? I have to pay the bills."
"No you don't pay it. I do."
"Oh really. Is that why my name is on the bills?"
"It's not. Now give me money."
"I told you I don't have none."
"Yes you do. Stop lying and give it to me."
"I told you I don't have money." I did have money. I just didn't want to give it to her. She was just going to go buy some alcohol.
She went into my closet. I hide it in there. "What are you doing in my closet?" I said coming up behind her. She was in my shoe boxes.
"Where's the money?" She asked turning around with me.
"I told you I don't have any."
"You're lying to me."
She found the box. But she didn't know the money was in there yet. I snatched the box from her. "Stay off of my stuff."
"This is my stuff."
"Not if you didn't buy it."
"I did buy it."
"Whatever." she tried to grab the box.
"Get out mom!"
I pulled the box away. "Give me money." she grabbed the box. I took it back.
"Get. Out.." I said through my teeth. Then she hit me. Then grabbed the box. I looked at her for a moment. She stared at me.
"I don't know who you think you're talking to. But you're not talking to me. You need to calm down."
I counted in my head, How my "therapist" said I should. 1, 2, 3, "Mom please give me my stuff back."
"It isn't yours." 4,5,6
"Mom give me my money. Now." She slapped me again. 7,8,9, 10.
I could hold in my anger. "You are the worst mother in the world. I don't understand why you would want to keep asking me for things when you know that I don't ever want to give you nothing. I hate you. I hate everything about you. You don't deserve to be out of jail. They should've kept you. Nobody out here wants you. You're one of the worst person I ever met in my life." I screamed.
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Then There Half Way There...
Then after I got my bookbag I walked to school. I dropped my bookbag once I got around the corner. I bent down to pick it up and then my headphones fell out my ear.
"D*********mmmnn." I heard whoever was behind me. After I picked my book bags up, I turned around to see October... Aka Mr. Alsina. I looked at him.
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A Rainy Day Part 3
РазноеThis is part 3 to A Rainy Day. This is where A Rainy Day Part 2 left off.