What is life?

Chapter One

*Flashback*

"Grandpa, when will my mommy be back from the war?" I said in my cute baby voice. He looked at me and then quickly looked down. I couldn't understand why. He took a deep breath in and started out slow "Well honey... Your mommy was hurt in battle. I don't know when she will be home." My eyes started to water and my bottom lip started to quiver. "What do you mean she got hurt?" I started crying but I ignored the tears. He was still looking down, as if trying to figure out what to say next. "She... She got shot and they don't know if she will make it" As soon as he finished his sentence he burst into tears. We just sat there crying, all i could hear were his silent sobs and the rain patting against the roof.

*End Of Flashback*

I remembered that day clearly. I was 7 and my mom was over seas fighting in Iraq. Before she left she was normal.

Sweet, nice, and just the most bubbly person ever. Once she came back, it was like she was a different person. She seemed okay when she first got back, but she started getting abusive. I miss those days, I miss having a nice time with her. I miss her.

Today was the first day of freshman year. I though to myself. I was nervous because last year everyone decided they didn't want to be a bisexuals friend anymore. They would all hate me this year and I had no other friends. "Get your ass out of this house, so you don't miss the damn bus!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen to get something for lunch today and she slapped me hard across my face. I looked at her with tears in my eyes and she simply said "Get out." With a pleased smile on her face. I ran out of the house and got on the bus.

The bus pulled up to the school and I looked at all of the kids. As I got off of the bus I searched for a friendly face. Even a new face, someone who looked like I could get along with them. I came up short. I put my headphones in and looked for my classes. I hadn't realized I had been walking around for 30 minutes when I heard the first bell ring. I made my way to Ap-English and walked into the class to find an extremely pregnant teacher. Her name was Mrs. Hoyo. She seemed like such a hard ass. I knew I wasn't going to like this class very much. We all took our seats as the third bell rang signaling the start if class. We went through class expectations, rules and introduction. What a waste of 50 minutes of my life.

Finally the bell rang and I walked out of class. The rest of my day was a blur.

I got off the bus and started walking home. Dreading what my mom had in store for me.

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Authors Note

** Hey guys, sorry my book is kind of boring and dry. Please keep reading though, it'll get better but it'll take awhile. Leave comments and tell me wether or not i should keep telling my story. Thanx guys!! Oh and vote please ❤️

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