Ever since I was little, I learned how to take care of myself. With a drug-addicted mother and a non-existent father, you catch up on a few things. For example, you won't get anything if you don't take it.
Right now I enter a store they won't recognize me in. I stroll ne isles.
Apples, granola bars or water. Those are my key objectives.
I have a pretty big coat.
I begging stuffing them in my jacket when I hear someone tell.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The clerk yells.
I swiftly turn to person, I hardly get caught.
I take handfuls of food and rub it if the store and to the dark alleys of New York.
I stop to catch my breath, I lean against a dumpster.
After a few seconds I resume my walk to my house.
I check my watch to see what time it is.
"7:30." Oh my god, I'm going to be late for school. I start sprinting.
The food is secure in my hands, which is very convenient.
I see my house and my backpack outside the sidewalk. I set my Fido down and stuff it in my bag.
I almost hit the jack pot. Apples and water galore.
Before I hit the store, I swiped a man's wallet with enough money for my school lunch.
I zip up my bookback and put it on.
I wait patiently for the bus, that is now slowly coming to a stop in front of me.
I get on and thank the bus driver, I sit on the front seat, ignore the people in the back.
They have a tendency to throw things at me.
It was annoying at first but I got used to it. They make fund of my clothes, how they have holes in them, I need to get new clothes. But how am I going to pull that off?
Maybe I should start working more, I have two part time jobs after school, to cover our monthly rent in our trailer, my mother sometimes works when she feels like it. When I was little, she was an amazing mom, then my father left us for another woman, I was five at the time but I remember everything still. After his leave, my mother drowned herself in massive amounts of alcohol and narcotics.
Everything was never the same. Well there it is, my life story.
Crumbled paper balls hit the back of my head, I ignore it, the name calling too.
The bus haults to a stop. We arrived at the school. Beacon high.
I get off the bus, I walk to my locker.
Oh I forgot to mention, I'm the nerd of the school, the one who gets made fun of half of the time. Sad life but I learned to cope with it.
I reach my locker and I was about to open it when I get turned around and shoved up against it.
"Morning tramp." My long time bully says. Mr.Dylan O'Brien, every girl in my school's heart throb.
"Top of the morning to ya." I say sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me Tramp, you want to get hit today?" He says and grips on to my shirt.
