The Broken Truth

The Begining

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I groaned sleepily slamming my hand lazily against my alarm to shut it off. I sat up slowly to rub the sleep from eyes allowing my brain to begin to process.

Who in the hell starts a new school on a Friday, I will never know. But like always my mother insists the sooner I begin the sooner I will make friends.

Let me begin by telling you a little about my self. My name is Preslie Goode. I am 18 years old and since I begin the 6th grade I have been to 6 different schools.

Each time the past seems to find me, and of course my alcoholic mom's solution to every problem is move towns. It has never been difficult for her to find a job... she has 6 in all surrounding towns. Most of them are bartending gigs, but if she likes it I love it.

I spend most of my time at home alone since she is always working, it's the only way to keep her mind off of her ex husband. Husband number 3.

She has never been able to find a good man except my father. Oh how I loved my dad, he died when I was 12, cancer caught him in his prime, but I know he is in a Much better place.

No pain

No sorrow

Hell he is probably hooking up the Marlin Monroe.

I always wished he had a better life in heaven, and I know he does.

But on to the better aspects of my life. I think I have found a place where he can't ever find me, a safe place in a big town.

Today I will begin another new start in a charter school, just off the beach in California. It is beautiful, and honestly I haven't been this excited to start a new school in a long time, but that could just be because it's my senior year.

*Pres, you gotta hurry baby, you have an appointment with the councilor, she is going to have a student show you around before school starts hun!*

Like always my mom yelled from down the stairs never entering my room. It's nice that she never invades my privacy, we get along easily when she is sober anyways.

*Okay mom, I'll be down soon!*

I looked at my self in the mirror, *you can do this, you tha man! You got this!*

My pep talks to myself never help but it never hurts to try and boost your own confidence.

Like always I laugh and my day gets a little better.

BOOM

*GODDAMNIT!* I tripped over my box I hadn't unpacked yet and now I have a beautiful bruise on my arm.

Awesome!

I brushed back my long brown hair trying to decide what should be done with it. Naturally it's wavy like beach waves but let me tell you this mess gets so frizzy I literally look like a lion.

I sprayed some water in it to calm down the frizz and I started to look like a person once again. I threw on my makeup giving this walking course some life and decided to go through my trash bags of clothes.

Skinny jeans and my raulph Lauren shirt. Might as well look decent for the people I have yet to meet. I brushed my teeth and slid on my white converse ready to greet the day.

I skipped down stairs and with my lack of hand eye coordination, I tripped and slid down the stairs on my ass crashing into the hallway wall.

*uhh momma?*
*PRESLIE KATE GOODE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF THERE IS A WHOLE IN THAT WALL!*

I quickly moved a picture of our broken little family in front of the slight crack in the dry wall before she could run in to see the damage.

*no hole! It's all good mother dearest.*