HIGHEST RANKING #201 (04/09/17) in ChickLit.
Macy Williams' life has been pretty crappy so far. In her sixteen years she has only lived with her drug addict mum. Finally after her mum overdoses Macy thinks her life may be different.
What she didn't...
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I'm the result of a one night stand. Yep, my mum told me that basically form birth. My mum wasn't the best person or parent for that matter. It is not surprising that she overdosed. I know for a girl who just lost her mum I don't seem that upset but the truth is I'm not. Ding dong the bitch is dead in my opinion.
What sucks is she overdosed at the club and not at home. If it had been at home I would have hightailed it out of there but instead I'm stuck sitting across from a social worker.
"Macy? Can you hear me?" the woman across from me, I'm pretty sure her name is Trudy waves her hand in front of my face clearly thinking I zoned out.
"I'm stuck right?" I snap at her. She looks confused so I continue, "I was stuck with that bitch for sixteen years and now ever in death she is haunting me.
"Macy your mother was-"
"A bitch? A druggo? High? Useless?"
"Macy." Trudy uses her scary tone and I shut my mouth. This woman decides my fate, best not to piss her off.
I lower my eyes pulling out my tattered copy of 'Gone with the Wind'. I ignore the woman sitting in front of me and instead open my book to the dog-eared page.
I hear a knock at the door and Trudy leaves with Officer Peters. Officer Peters was the one who collected me from school and told me about my mum. He had tissues at the ready assuming I'd be a crier. He was a little surprised to find out otherwise.
While most kids my ages would have shoved their headphones in their ears by now I had no such luxury. My mum couldn't afford to buy us food let alone an iPod or phone, hell, I've never even watched TV. According to the great Mandy Williams drugs were more important that food.
I let out a sigh as I lay my tattered book on the table. I take in my surroundings. I am no stranger to the 42nd Street Police Department. Police Chief Rogers and I go way back. I have spent a lot of time in this room. All small misdemeanours of course nothing worth getting thrown in Juvie for. What else could people expect from Mandy Williams' daughter?
