Freedom (No More Updates)

Chapter 1

R.I.P Taylor Mackenzie Penner. You were my best friend and sister. I can't imagine life without you. I love you and my heart is shattered. you were too young. Thank you for being the brightest person in the room. you are an inspiring person. And i just need to thank you for never giving up, always seeing people for who they are, you never judged. I have so many other thing i wish to say to you, but for now. you will be missed but never forgotten. <3

I have decided to dedicate this entire book to you, because you were the person who told me I was good at writing and that I should do it, and when I would get lazy, you were the person who was so eager to read the rest of my story, that I would keep writing it for you. You are my inspiraton. I would never be where I am now with writing, with anything, if it weren't for you. And so, even though you are not here on earth eager to read my story. I will keep writing it for you in hopes that you are reading it heaven.

I'm sorry I couldn't do it

Chapter 1

"Lily Jonson!" Oh no my mother's calling me, this cannot be good. "Come down here, now!" Mother calls.

"Coming!" I call back, though in reality, my body, heart and mind are screaming, "Don't you dare walk down those stairs or you'll pay for it later." Of course, I know that either way won't end well, the latter worse. Slowly, I rise from the old, broken thing I call my bed, and walk down the stairs. I hang my head in doing so, my brown hair covering my blank face.

Once I reach my mother's room, I rap on her door to announce I'm coming in, and then gradually open the door to reveal Mother lying on her bed, pretending to be sick again so she can get me to do everything for her.

Mother says, "Lily dear, I need you to clean the house," she fake coughs, "I'm too sick to do anything. I would really appreciate it if this place was spotless." She says this with such bitterness and evil that bile fills me and I have to choke it back before I do something incredibly stupid. My feelings towards Mother are filled with hate and I lack respect for her.

"Okay." Is what I say to her, I try to sound as pleasant as I can, but even that is nearly impossible.

I was born in a town called Sprong. My mother gave birth to me on February 21st, 2304, when she was 19 years of age. Not exactly the best time to have the responsibility of a child. Honestly I don't know how I'm still alive at 16 years. My dad raised me while Mother was off doing whatever stupid things she did; terrible mother if you ask me, didn't do a dam thing. This is why at 35 she is at a loss about raising me. Up until my father died 6 years ago, she didn't have to do anything. Her method of discipline is beating me.

At the age of 2 we had moved to a quiet, restricted city called Yojii. A terrible place that has no life, color, imagination, fun, and the list goes on. The officials here watch your every move, and, as I recently found out, they have no problem putting you in jail for unobserved fun. I would know very well. I was sent to jail for a month after building a tire swing in the nature park.

Present day, March 3rd, 2320.

Once I culminate brushing down the house, I depart for my mother's room. By the time I reach my destination I'm practically dead, overrun with exhaustion. I force myself to twist the door knob and push the heavy plank of wood open.

As I stumble into the room, I mumble, "I've finished."

"You look like you've been through a bad day," she fake sympathises, "Unfortunately, that doesn't matter, when I check the house it better be spotless. Being too tired won't change the consequence." Surprisingly, she drags her lazy ass out of bed, and drags her feet out the door to do a physical check, the thump of her feat slowly diminishing as she lingers further away.

When she returns, she is not happy. Her face displeases me. The ugly frown that casts upon her face glows red with anger and terrifies me, because I know what's going to happen.