A Different Boy, A Different Life.

The Beginning

"Mandy!" My mom yelled at the top of her lungs. 

"Yes mom," I replied

"Where is the lasagna you made last night?"

"Mom you cannot eat lasagna for breakfast." 

"Then what do I eat?"

"I made oatmeal, it's on the table." 

I waited, there was silence, there was no thank you...I didn't know what I was thinking... Obviously there would be no thank you. She was my mom, but still I waited there for 5 minutes just standing there, and waiting.

I finally got out of my waiting zone and looked at the clock. Crap! I was going to be late! I grabbed my bag and a granola bar, I did not have time to eat a full breakfast, and ran out the door to catch my bus. I am 16 but my mom doesn't care about getting a me a car. However, you must be thinking that I could always use her car but nope. Her car is her only baby after dad left us. Now she has her new boyfriend who she hasn't married, who also has a job and never comes home, he is a director and ever since we moved into her boyfriend's mansion and my mom got divorced my mom has been a mess.

She started drinking alcohol, and got to a point where she came home one day and passed out on the couch, I wasn't sure what to do so, I called my best friend (21 years old) who works at Dunkin Donuts with me and asked if she could help, she was the greatest help I could ever use. Her name is Laura she is the only person who will actually talk to me in this world. She suggested that we send her to rehab, and that in the meantime she could stay with me and take care of me. I was totally on with that plan, who wouldn't want to live with their best friend. 1 week later she came back, no more alcohol, Laura had to go,I guess it's back to regular life.

Later on my moms boyfriend spoiled her like diamonds, she got too into it that she didn't even seem like herself anymore and got lazier and lazier and sooner or later she quit her job and started using her boyfriends credit car to buy useless things and whatever she wanted. I will never forgive him or my dad for whatever they did to my mom.