No More

Two Years Later

Two years later and my dad is still a no call no show. Two years later and my mom still haven't stopped smoking. Two years later and I have to start my sophomore year at a new high school. Who the hell goes to a new school their sophomore year? Whatever I will get through it somehow.

In order to get ready for this "milestone" I have to look like the real deal. I can't look how I feel on the inside, ever. I put on some concealer in order to hide my huge bags from my mild depression,which I was diagnosed with professionally, four months ago. My missing dad and smoking mom really put my over the edge.

I put my hair in a chic messy bun and threw on a white tank, red white and blue flannel, light blue ripped jeans and my red vans. I looked fleeky but I felt the complete opposite. I felt as though my heart had been ripped out, stomped on, and put back in. I still have yet to go back to that happy girl I was two years ago.

Once I was done getting dressed I yelled for Nicole and ran downstairs to see my mom sleep on the couch with a bogey in her hand. I went to the fridge and grabbed a yogurt and began to eat it. Nicole finally came down the stairs with her Nike joggers on with a blue t-shirt,and her all white Nike airs. We got a lot of our money from the state, and under the table cash from my grandmother.

Once Nicole and I got to school we went our separate ways. We made a deal to meet up at lunch so I will see her then. Nicole was always good at making friends so I had zero worries for her. As for me, I completely shut people out so making friends might be the biggest challenge today.