When I got home, after I found out my dad had killed himself, my mum was very emotional and when she got emotional she would drink.
She used to have a major drinking problem but that all changed when my dad wanted her to get help. Surprisingly, she actually got help and got better.
Obviously, my mum blamed it on me because apparently in his suicide note he said and I quote " I'm sorry for doing this my love... But I decided to go. I couldn't take it anymore with Brooklyn being a stupid whore bitch and a major slut. She is such a major disappointment. If I was to live I would get rid of her if you know what I mean. Anyways, I love you." That was pretty much his whole note.
Life went on like this for about a couple more months. Then my mum decided to take me to a new school in a new state by myself. So she pretty much shipped me away which I think is for the best. The state I'm going to be living in is California. The school I'm going to is the one in Malibu. The school is for people who have problems which to me reminds me of a insane asylum.
I start my new school in one week. Don't tell anyone I told you this but I'm pretty excited to be living on my own and going to a new school where hopefully the bullying will stop.
My plane leaves in a couple hours so I better start packing.
I decided to pack the most important stuff and leave the stuff that I don't care about.
"If you can't fit everything in your suitcases, I can send the rest in the mail." My mother said.
"Ok. Thanks I guess." I told back to her.
A couple hours later, I found myself at the airport. After I got tired of waiting for my plane to show up, I decided to look around the airport and get some food.
When I got tired of looking for food, I found a Starbucks and decided to get some.
"What would you like?"
"I would like a tall strawberries and cream please."
"Your name please?"
"Brooklyn"
"That would be $4. 53 please"
Then I handed her the money. After I got my drink, I went to the terminal and saw that they were already boarding.
'At least the ride is only an hour long' I thought
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Brooklyn and I'm 17 years old. I live in Brooklyn, New York, hence my name. My parents didn't really care enough to name me so they named me after the city we live in. Anyways, this is my story of how I survive the bullying, my family...
