I sit with my back against the door with a blade in one hand. The wetness on my cheeks tells me I'm crying and my vision is blurry. I don't remember when the tears started streaming down my face. All I hear is my grandmother still yelling, although, I don't remember what she is yelling about. I wonder what she would say if she knew what I was about to do. How did things get this fucked up?
Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Xora Jeffries. I'm 17 years old and a senior in high school. I'm supposed to be going to college next year but at the rate I'm going I might not make it
It all started when I was born. I was born in the late 90's but I am literally a 'crack baby'. My momma did crack , and my father sold it.
My mother Jocelyn died before I was 10. And I know that's my mom, and that your not supposed to speak bad of the dead, but I hate her. But before you go judging me, let me explain. My mother was nothing but an addict, a hoe, and a liar. I was taken out of her custody by the age of 2. And all she did was keep trying to fight for me so she could collect a check. When she died I didn't even cry. I was just sort of numb to it all, ya know?
My dad has been in prison since as long as I can remember. I don't know all the details but from what I learned through Inmate Lookup online. He killed two people, and assaulted another. Pretty fucked up right? But that's just my life. Let me start from the beginning of it all.A/N: I'm super excited about writing this. I can't wait to see how it all turns out. Just hope your along for the ride with me. I promise not all of the chapters will be this short! Vote, comment share!
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Falling For Myself
Teen Fiction17 year-old Xora Jeffries struggles with adolescence, school, a dysfunctional family, as well as the war happening in her own mind. But what will happen when all the secrets from her past come back to hunt her and her already twisted world takes a t...