Shouting across the walls.
Fighting near the hallway.
Screaming on the staircase.
I live in the house of horrors which is perhaps even worse, if you see it through Jade Powell's eyes. My eyes.
Speaking of eyes and death - My eyes will be shut for eternity unless I get out of this bed now. Right now.
"Get up Jade! I don't work 10 jobs for you to sleep and become a fat asshole!" Yells my white upper class mother who claims that I should be grateful that she didn't dump me in the swimming pool the day I appeared on her doorstep.
In movies you see children being wrapped in blankets and in a little woven basket cradled near the front porch of some random family who love the child more and more as they grow up. The child becomes some famous superstar or that sort of motivational crap.
The more I try to open eyes. The more my brain feels like shutting down and sinking back into its own world under the covers. But the woman screams so I obey her and drag myself out forecasting the most disastrous day ever- Rainy with a high chance of assholes.
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Lost in Bewilderness
Novela JuvenilIt doesn't take a lot to bewildered. It does't take long to be lost. All you have to do is close your eyes, even believe you have a chance and boom, you are Lost in bewilderedness. Follow the story of Jade, girl born with no family, no friends and n...
