Chapter 1
"Forced to think that hell is a place called home.."
-Runaway Love by Ludacris ft. Mary J.Blige ...
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My name is Angelica Rita Renee Hernandez. I'm a 16 year old sophmore in Chicago, Illinois. I live with my meth addict of a mother, Bianca Iglesias, in a ranch house with 2 bedrooms. My older sister, Ciara Jackson, is a 24 year old nurse and has been long gone and doesn't even text me anymore. If it wasn't for my bestfriends Denise Kibston and Elizabeth Langsley, it would feel as if everyone has left me.
My dad died when I was 8. Before he died, we were the happiest family in the world. We went to church every Sunday, we sat down and ate dinner at the table every night, me and my sister got help with our homework at night. Everything was perfect. Then one day, my dad was on duty and was shot and killed by a drive-by. Ever since that day, every thing began to crumble. But now, I only have three people in this world that I can trust with my life, Denise, Elizabeth, and God. Even though my dad died. Every Sunday, I get up, get dressed, and walk to church. The same church I'd gone to since I was 3 years old. I miss those days.
"Angelica. Come here." my mother called to me from the front of the house.
I put down my pencil and opened my door. The smell of meth from last night still lured in the air and made me hesitant to continue, but, I just endured it.
"Yes ma?" I answered.
"Come clean this up for me."
"Ma. You know I can't do that."
Before she could reply. I ran back to my room, grabbed my school stuff and ran out to my bus stop. Luckily, no one was out there to see my awkward run outside. I shed a tear but then quickly wiped it away as I saw the bus round the corner. I got on the bus and went straight to my self assigned seat. I plugged my headphones into my IPhone that Denise and Eliza bought me for my birthday and put the headphones in my ears. I was so tuned into my music, that I didn't even notice Denise get on the bus.
When we got to the school, I got off. Not talking to anyone and went to my locker. Got what I needed, put stuff in that I didn't need, and closed the locker door.
"Ange-." Denise began to say before I raised my hand and walked off. I felt bad about it afterwards but I really just didn't feel like talking to ANYONE.
Mrs.Montana's Geometry's class went by slower then I hoped. The same with Mr.Nathan's Health class. Thirty minutes into Mrs.Owen's class, I was called to the principals office. I grabbed my things and began my route to the front of the school.
"Ms.Hernandez. Please sit." Mr.Pouncey said as I entered his office.
"I was trying to finish a test. Could we please hu-"I began before he cut me off.
"It's your mother."
I stared at him. There was a long pause before he continued.
"She was taken into the hospital after she collapsed in your front yard. About, ugh, 20 minutes ago.
As much as I wanted to, not a single tear fell. I looked down.
"Would you like to go up to the hospital? The nurse, Mrs.Queeley, said that she'll drive you up there."
