Adopted by Ariana Grande

Chapter Two

"All I have to say is basically if performing, singing, acting, and dancing is what you want to do, then you have to do it- no matter where it is. -Ariana Grande"
7:14 A.M
The sound of a beer bottle breaking once again, and a childish laughter of a man wakes me up. My legs, all tangled in my comforter, brings me almost back to sleep. "Olivia! Come here now!" Mom yells from the living room. Her voice startles me so much, I fall out of my bed. "Olivia!" An unknown voice calls, probably the male's. I untangle myself from the comforter, and walk out of my room.
Usually, I never come to her calls, but this time, there's a man here... and his voice makes him seem way stronger than my mom. I close my door behind me. I lead myself through the unlit hallway and enter what used to be the living room. A new line of beer bottles made their way onto the floor during the night, and a broken one right beside the tearing couch. "Olivia! Would you be a dear and pick up this broken glass for me? If not..." He says, clenching his fist.
I see his gesture, and grab a dustpan, a broom, and a knife to be kept in my back pocket (for self defense just in case, of course). I walk back to the broken glass. I sweep up the glass into the dustpan, and throw away the shards.

"Olivia, you never do things right! Just leave already! Oh and by the way, the hate on your account is hilarious! People are so funny!" Mom says to me. I start to tear up, and I run back to my room. Her and the man laugh, and continue their drinking.

I open up my laptop, frantically typing in the YouTube web address into the browser. Tears fall down my cheeks, and I look at the comments.
"U cant sing whatta lozer!"
"Ew just delete already I'm cringing wtf!!"
"Lameo lameo Oliviaz a lameo!"
Although these are typical hate comments, they still hurt.
"La la la Olivia la la la is lame la la la I hate her la la la," Mom sings loudly. Maybe she's imitating some of the comments.
"Hey Olivia! Listen to the song I wrote! It goes like this: Hey Olivia! You can't sing! Leave the house! Don't come back! Isn't it a great song?" Mom yells again, laughing. I punch the wall while crying really hard.
Why does this have to be me? Why can't I have a perfect family? Why me? I shut my laptop, and roll over on the bed. My crying becomes louder, and so does my moms laughing.
I pick up my iPhone, and open up Twitter.
Ariana followed me a few months ago, so that means I can dm her.
"Ariana, please read this! My mom is a drunk every day all day and my dad left us my mom verbally abuses me and I get a lot of hate on YouTube I want to run away what should I do if I run away where do I go? I want to run away really bad I hate being here! My mom doesn't work and I'm always struggling to pay the bills! I'm crying really hard. There's beer bottles everywhere literally and it hurts to see her like this I don't want to call the cops I couldn't do it! What do I do?" I dm her. I tweet her 10 times as well, trying to make her see my pleas.
I grab my suitcase. I set the suitcase on my bed, and run to my dresser. My hand reaches in and takes out all of my clothes. After throwing the clothes in, I go to my closet.
All the shirts and pants in my closet soon get tossed onto my suitcase. Sitting on my bed, I fold all the thrown clothes, and eventually zip up the suitcase. I packed socks, undergarments, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the money in my wallet (about $1,000 all in twenties). I know running away seems really selfish, but how could I be selfish in my situation? It's not my fault that my mom is like this. After shoving my shoes on, I put my backpack (full of coats, sweatpants, shoes etc.) and take my suitcase out the window, along with myself.
9:24 A.M
I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm never coming back. Mom can be kicked out of the 'house' for all I care. Sorry not sorry, whoops. I exit the backyard through the gate, and go into the woods which just so happen to be 1) behind my house, and 2) very big and heavily wooded. Seems good for now, until I know where to go, or I have someone to go with.
Oh wait, I'm really hungry... Maybe I could go back really quick to get some food. I go back into the backyard, set down my stuff, and climb into the window with my backpack. Mom and this guy seem to be passed out on the couch, so getting all the food won't be too hard. I open up my backpack, and dump all the food we have into the front pouch. I just went grocery shopping two days ago, so this is promising.
My phone dings, and it's the Twitter ding. I'll check it later.
I walk back out of the kitchen, and kick some beer bottles. Of course, they fall over and shatter. "What's going on?" Mom says, waking up. "I'm leaving...right now." I reply, leaving the living room. She laughs and falls back asleep. Why does she feel that me leaving is so funny? She should be crying!
I jump out the window, and pick up my suitcase. Into the woods I go. Goodbye mom. Goodbye house. Goodbye room. Goodbye laptop (for now). Goodbye beer bottles. But most important of all, goodbye dad, I miss you so much.