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𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥---- sweating cold sweat, my pillow was wet from my sweat, my heart thumping like a drum in my chest. The same nightmare again. A scary and bad dog chased after me and a monster kept calling me half-blood and said it wants to eat me.

How late is it? I took my phone, the bright screen of it caused me to squint my eyes, great, it was 6:03 and Monday, fuck, I have school, school is shit for me, not because I learn and have to do homework, because I am dyslexic and have adhd, when I tell the teacher's that they don't listen and continue to make me read long ass words, not to mention that everytime I move because I can't do anything else and am bored, they say „Adrean, stop moving so much, do you have to go to the toilet or what?" that isn't even funny nor a funny joke, but for some reason these fucking ass kids in my class laugh everytime if a teacher says something like that to me.

Well, my name is Adrean Lorenz, I'm 12 years old, I go to 7th grade and a alcoholic, if you live in Germany and have a mom who doesn't even give a fuck about you, you would have become one to, trust me, you would. I have been to...uh, 4? I don't know, I forgot to how many school's I have been to since I usually get drunk in school and sleep afterwards.

My Mom, well, she is an alcoholic too, would explain why I am one, my mom doesn't care about me, she doesn't give a single fuck about my life, if I decided to run away from home, she wouldn't even call the police, nor do I think the school would care if I ran away, when I was 6 and in first grade, I drank beer in front of her, I thought it was applejuice or something, and she just looked at me for a minute and continued to drink.

And my dad? Well, let's say he went to bring home milk but never returned and probably is fucking around with girls and drinking like a pig.

Well, now let's stop talking about my life and get ready for fucking school. I put my phone down and got up, I walked into the bathroom and saw my reflection, my blonde, wavy hair was a mess, I had sunkissed skin, with lips in the color of raspberries, I had siren, lazy eyes, my eyelashes were long but the under eyelashes of mine were longer, my eye color, that was the only odd thing about me, when I was a child my eye color was hazel, but the more I grew up, they started to change to purple, and weirdly I am the only one seeing that, no one see's my purplish hazel eyes, only me.

I took my toothbrush, toothpaste and started brushing my teeth, my head hurt, I was hungover from drinking all day yesterday, I don't remember what I did, but I remember drinking and drinking until I fainted onto my bed. After I brushed my teeth, I took a cold shower, the water felt like needles pricking my skin, but it helped me to wake up a bit. I dried myself off, took a pair of white sneakers, a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I went down to take my water bottle and fill it up with vodka, vodka was clear like water, so I used it to drink at school everytime I was bored and needed something. I took my backpack that I had literally nothing in it.

„Goodbye Mom, I guess I will go to school now,...if you heard me or care." I didn't get a reply, she was probably sleeping or high out of her mind.

As I stepped outside, the cold, fresh air slapped me in the face. The quietness of the morning was only broken by the occasional car driving. I was on my way to school.

When I arrived, I was of course 15 minutes late, my teacher, Mrs Reinhartt, actually her last name wasn't Reinhartt, I just call her that because it triggers her so much that it's funny, so she greeted me with detention the whole school break, yay. „Adrean! You're late once again! Because of that you'll have detention for the whole school break and if you are late again I will call your Mother."

Like that would change anything, my mom couldn't care less if I was dead or alive, as long as she had her bottle of any kind of alcohol in hand. I rolled my eyes and started walking towards my seat, the eyes of my classmates following me like I was a interesting creature.

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