The Sad Life of Me

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Hey guys, so, I thought about posting a stanza of a song, just to go along with the chapter. I will try to give you guys something to listen to while you read...

I Took A Pill In Ibiza (By Mike Posner) : 

But you don't wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don't ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don't wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don't wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs

Also, no offense to apple users. (I love Apple!)

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I plugged in my earbuds, not caring if i get hit by a car. The walk home was another thing I dreaded. I heard a muffled noise, and looked around.. "-atwaffle, I have a pair of boobs for you, want some," A snarky and annoying voice called at me. You guys have officially met the high bitch. She got me into this, I was a normal person before this happened.... Anyways- I rolled my eyes and plugged my earbuds back in. They were cheap, $14 or something, but they fit in any type of ear.... unlike Apple earbuds.... 

I walked up to my crappy house. We, meaning my so called dad, so called mom, and me, had to move into a crappy old house which was falling apart. They became so called when my parents started coming home in the morning. My dad would almost always have some kind of bimbo with him and my mom would come home drunk or would sometimes stay over one of her her "friends' " house.  I grabbed a few ingredients to make a turkey sandwich and put it together and ran upstairs. I was reading a book, when I heard the door opened, then, I heard a giggle.... "Mari? You home?" My mom slurred. My heart almost skipped a beat when she called me Mari. 

"Mom?" This is crazy I haven't talked to het in months and now suddenly she is- talking to me?..  I carefully walked down the stair, my mind trying to pull me back to the safety of my room and ignore her, my heart begging to go down and help her. Me being me, went downstairs. "Mom?" I asked again... Her long blonde hair was down and makeup ruined her face. 

"Honnnneyyyy, it's been so long, how was school?" I ignored her.

"Mom, you need to get upstairs and have a nice nap," I said.

"But sweetie, I want to talk," he whines back at me. I have no idea why i'm trying to help her right now. I hate her! Why is my heart so sad about this heartless woman?

"No mom," I then started dragging her upstairs.  She kept slurring and shoving me off the whole say, but I managed to get her tucked into her bed...