Until I Met The World

Chapter 1

Hello everyone!! first off, thank you all so much for deciding to open this book... to continue reading is up to you which I hope you will :) side note: I picture the main character as Callie on The Fosters (Maia mitchell) but you can picture her as whoever you want! Enjoy 💗 -darci

Also re-reading these first couple chapters, they really aren't that well written but it gets better (hopefully you think so too) :) ok now srsly, enjoy!!

A wise man once said "what you think you become" Which in my 17 years of life, I can agree with that statement to be one hundred percent accurate.

Sometimes what you become is not up to you, all the negative remarks fill your head as if poison until you feel unworthy to any other thought.

That's when it overcomes YOU and becomes someone you're not. I sound crazy, I know I do... I'm Emilee, an anxiety prone disaster. And the reason I agree with the wise man appropriately named Buddha is no other than I am a prime example of his infamous quote.

my life is a living hell. no day can go by without a breakdown. no day can go by for me without feeling emotionally destroyed.

I tell myself everyday things are going to get better only to be let down. over and over.

I know how many people out there have it worse, I realize. And maybe Someone out there would love to be in my situation instead of their own.

But we all have struggles and we all have stories.

Personally, I'm a firm believer that no matter what shit you are going through, no matter who has it "worse", it is still happening to you and you are still in a shitty position.

Me?

I'm doing okay right now.. I mean, I'm pretty sure. I've started to become numb to everything lately.

The only thing that I have good in my life right now is my bestfriend Ariana. After my dad passed from a car accident, she was all I had and all I ever needed.

My mom, of course, became the drunk that she is today.

Ariana knows what it's like and I've never ever felt insecure about telling her all about my ever so wonderful life stories.

Can't really blame my mom though. it's been hard, on all of us. My little brother expecially. He really looked up to our dad.

I can only hope-"EMMMMILEEEE!!!! GET IN HERE N O W!"

great. And here it begins.

i take my time going to my mother, who just recently got home, to see what her problem is now knowing that whatever it is, I don't want to hear about it.

"How many TIMES do I have to TELL YOU...... DO. NOT. LEAVE. YOUR TRAAAASSH LAYING AROUND!!" she half screams while pouring herself a drink. Something that looks pink but she then fills half a cup with vodka. it's 5:30 pm.

With all the possible things I could say I decide to stay quiet and to clean up the mess that I'm sure is hers from this morning. (All I know is, it isn't mine)

"well?! Aren't you going to say something?!!" She says taking two gulps of her pink drink.

"Sure... how about we love you ms.Hannigan?" I mumble, mostly to myself.

That's what I secretly call my mom when she gets into her moods and try's but fails at drinking the emotions down. It is a quote from one of my favorite childhood movies Annie. Basically the movie is about orphans and Ms.Hannigan is there crazy orphanage head leader lady. Anytime they do anything, they majority of the time reply with "We love you Ms.Hannigan"

ms.hannigan is awful.

My mom never used to be a mean lady. In fact, she was the nicest person I know. Her long brown curly hair was always so neat, shiny, and tidy. Almost as if she curled her hair perfectly everyday.

Now it looks like a tornado happened INSIDE of a bees best on top of her hair. Her once bright white teeth now to never see the light of day and slowly but surely rotting away from the alcohol consumption.

I used to look up to the woman that birthed me.

How things change.

(This has been a short chapter, I'm sure the next coming chapters will be longer. I was just excited to get the first chapter published :) hope you enjoy, I will be updating very soon!)