Sticks And Stones

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Look, I knew I said I'd update the day the A/N came out, and I'm really sorry I didn't.

Shit went down that day, and over the past few weeks, and I owe it to the few readers I have to explain.

First, I came downstairs to type because for me, I make less mistakes when I'm typing.

I heard yelling which was nothing new, family of six, lots of arguments. But this time it was between my parents, not my parents and a kid. I listened to it, from the staircase rather than leaving. Then I heard my mom say these words: "I will not have my children take anymore of your relentless abuse. Come back to the house when you've decided to stop making excuses, and you change."

Up until this point, I knew my dad was strict, more than other parents, but my mom had never taken my side.

The second major thing was the thousand texts and calls my dad has been sending me. He doesn't get that I don't want to talk. I opened up to a story that happened in seventh grade, and he claimed it didn't happen. He shoved me into my dresser and my head was bleeding, my mom had defended him for years. Now she believes me, but my father still claims I hit the ground, not my dresser, which doesn't justify what he did.

Then the quarter just ended, which brought my happy place to an end. School was my happy place but I failed my history class due to a technological screw up. We fixed it and now I have an A but at the time I was frantically emailing and trying to figure things out. At school I was in the Arc, which is basically our library, all the time, during all of my spare time. At home I was trying to figure it out but at the same time I was given jobs that my father usually had. Most notably: cooking.

I make dinner now, which is new but on top of that I have several hours of homework, usually 3-4 per night. (College prep schools suck guys) and because of the quarter end I added an hour of study time to all of that.

All of my school apps are also now going in, I'm trying to get into a better school next year, this school is too much work, I want to go somewhere with a lighter work load because this is getting insane.

My mom knew this, which is why I question her sanity of entrusting me with another job. I have to ride my bike 3 miles every Saturday night (my main homework/application/work time) to deliver food to my grandmother and her girlfriend. I feel amazing doing it as she was just diagnosed with cancer but now, because I get off the bus at 4:30, I have basically no time to sleep. Saturday nights were what I relied on for work, I have Bs which is foreign to my mom, I usually have straight As.

Then, this is actually funny in a twisted way, I started having panic attacks. And throughout my panic attacks, I would be thinking "I don't have enough time for this panic attack," causing another panic attack.

Updates on this story are going to be really slow, I'm saving money for a laptop, so I'll be able to type on the bus home, and have two extra hours for homework. (Bus ride is an hour both ways.)

Bottom line is, I'll do my best to update but it's going to be slow.

Sorry guys,
-MK