I was given 15 minutes straight, nothing more nothing less. I don't understand why my mom was in such a bitchy mood. Honestly I should be the one upset. She took my car, took my key, and won't let me hang with friends.
I felt as if I was on top of the world. Eyes as rufescent as red wine, walk unsteady as a baby taking their first step, and head pounding as a hard as a heart beat. But this is my sad haven, where I go to saturate at my nightmares and dreams. I knew mom would be mad, that was my intentions to see her hurt the way I did for 3 years on end. Say mom found me at the park with friends getting higher than the clouds and sloppier than a seal, what would I do? You ask. Nothing because she'll never find out.
It is now nearing 3am and I was in the process of opening my bedroom window when my mom suddenly bursts into my room.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING" she exclaimed. "M-mom it-its not what it looks like" i stuttered. "Oh really? Come a little closer" "mom I'm fine leave me the fuck alone" "your obviously not fine, I can't believe that you would go out and act as if you don't have common sense. Like come on wake up and realize that your being an ungrateful little BIT-, you know what, I've got a trick for you in the morning" "......" "sleep tight I want you up early packing"
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|Metanoia|
Teen Fiction"He didn't change the way I live, laugh, love, etc....He helped me except it."
