Liz

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" Omg mom you need to stop and just like calm down. "
" calm down, what do you mean calm down. I can't calm down because your father is not here and he said he will be. You know how he gets when he's riding all night."
" Well your making me nervous and I can't get nervous. I need to get on the road when dad gets here, but he took my bike like usual and I need to go."
" were the hell do you think you are going. Your going to stay with me even if your father comes home."

My mother always thinks she right.
" ughhh, fine I'll be in my room when my FATHER gets home." I stomp up the steps and go staight to my room. I need to get out of here. I hate being in this small little town in the middle of no where.

After about 20 minutes I decided to go on Facebook and look to see if my friend Jessie is doing anything. He's not even on so I just close my laptop and started watching tv. That's when I fell asleep.

My dream was about me in the big city on my bike riding down a road I like to call my life long road of love. Agh I will love to be in the city with so many beautiful sites and so many building's. That's when I woke up.

" why are you home do late huh?"
" why the hell do u care. You never cared for me. You just want my money."
" why would you say that. I love you every day of my life and here you come with that crap saying I want the money. I don't care about the money. I wanted to know if you were okay. OKAY."
" woman get out of my face. I'm don't want to here you, I'm Done!"

That's was the end until I heard crying coming from down stairs and I already knew who was crying. My mama always cry after they fight. He was the bad boy of her life and she was the good girl who got pregnant by the bad boy from highschool. He didn't care but knew he had to take care of his kid, she was the one who fell for him and had his wonderful child, me.

As I'm walking down the steps I see her crying her eyes out and go to give her a hug to keep her quite when I see the time. It's 7:30 in the morning.

" $#!+ ima be late. Mama i know your hurt and im sorry but I need to go to school I love you."

She shakes her head to let me go so I ran up the steps and brush my teeth put on some makeup looked into the mirror knowing I will look like my mom when she was a teenager. The difference between us is she was gorgeous I was ugly. After I decided to leave I got on my motorcycle aka my baby and went to the school of hell, well for me anyways.

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