Dilemma

The beginning

You don't know what It's like to be me.
I guess the only one who would, would be me. It's a complicated life, being me.
Confusing, frustrating and annoying.
I guess I'll start from the beginning...

Well, my life started as everyone else's did. There was a man and a woman they did a magic dance and 9 months later, out came Me!

I grew up with a mother and a father who adored me and I adored them back. It was a pleasant first few years. Until the news hit me. My mum was pregnant with a baby boy. As soon as he came into the world everything seemed to turn upside down for me.

All that attention I got, was all gone!

Years passed and we realised we didn't have enough money to supply all four of us. So we moved into a smaller house in a dingy little neighbourhood.
We had cheaper clothes, cheaper meals and to be honest, everything was cheaper. From days out to snacks on a Saturday night, You name it!

I didn't want to say anything though, It was hard enough my parents were going through debt. They didn't need a stroppy 14 year old to go along with it.

I tried to help where I could. I did chores, ran lemonade stands and even lent money to my parents. I never let them pay me back. I just couldn't.

It always made me feel sad watching other kids playing in their large houses, with expensive toys and tasty snacks.
My mum noticed me watching them sometimes. She wouldn't say anything. All she'd do was put her arm around me, and cuddle me.

I liked to escape this harsh world sometimes. I escaped to fantasy lands of ink on paper. Yes, I use to read for hours after hours. Night and day. I would imagine that I was in some books. Such as Jaqueline Wilson or Jenny Nimmo. Such great authors.
It kept me sane, and that's all that matters.

As if I wasn't sad enough, just when I was 15, I found out my dad had lung cancer...

This hit me hard.

Harder than debt, harder than the pregnancy and harder than the move.

Although we lost so much in the past years, we always had each other and now I thought that we couldn't even have that.

It was only one year later, that my dad passed away...

I loved him...

I still do.

We now made barely any money without my dad.

My mum only use to make £10,000 a year leaving us little money for treats and luxuries.

Now she's part time because she can't afford a baby sitter to look over my brother, Luke. I would do it but I had school.

Now she earns £8,000 a year.

We barely get by...

The only thing she splashes her cash on is my education. She says to me, "Darling, we're gonna get you a great education, so you don't end up Like me." I love her, so I won't be that sad if I end up like her.

Thanks For Reading Chapter 1.
Sorry If There Were Any Mistakes.
Reminder: Not A True Story