5th grade is when I actually started paying any attention in life.
I moved to Necedah Wi the summer of 4th grade. I moved there from Kenosha wi it's a bit lower in the state.
New surroundings, new people, new adventures.
(We were on our way to Necedah)
"it's the country life for now on... huh ma?" I asked my mom, in sadness.
"It's going to have to be, it'll be hard for a while G, not gunna lie, I love you." My mom replied
She called me G for a while but my real name is Gisele.
I wasn't exited to leave my home in the city, but it's what was best for my mom. She was a drug addict, trying to detox with no help, accept from a man named Robert.
He knew our situation and he lived in Necedah, he thought he would ask to take us in get my moms life together again, for my sake.
I couldn't thank him enough at the time, that summer was crazy.
The first night I looked out my window and saw my mom smoking pot outside. I was feurious. I thought she didn't do drugs anymore! I thought it would get better!
I ran outside crying like heck
"Mom, please tell me the truth! What is that! and why were you smoking it?! what's going on!"
Question after question I asked but no reply nothing.
"just calm down Gisele! Don't worry about it leave me be!" Mom said getting annoyed.
So I slapped her and I got smacked back, I screamed in tantrum and ran inside! "UGH I HATE YOU!" I said.
I probably shouldn't have but I was too angry to care.
"God! How could she do this!?" I told myself
I really had my mind set that pot was a hard core drug. But my mom had put me through so much when I was younger sthat I couldn't help but think anything else!
I was sweating
I was bawling
I didn't know what to say so I locked myself in my bathroom and sat there for a while.
She got mad because I woke up the whole house, so she started banging on the door and I got scared. What am I gunna do? She had never freaked out like that before. I jumped out the bathroom window, she had never hurt me before so I didn't think.
She would but I didn't want her to start now or yell at me.
I ran down the drive way into the truck, and I grabbed the blanket in the back seat, it was really hot in there but I didn't care. I wasn't going back in there.
Me mom still thinks I spent the night in the bathroom.
Hope you liked it chapter two should be done soon.
PEACE ON THE STREETS SON!!!
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My life
AventuraI'll go back, I've never wrote a book before so whatevs. Also this is real but some names have been changed to protect the identities of people.
