The perfect life.?

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#2

5.21.2014

11:20

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Hey guys im back. Sometimes I really hate people. So yesterday i was walking home from school but i stopped by my fav pizza place. (my norm) like always, I'm alone just listening to my music. Not hurting or bothering anybody. I was sitting in my little corner and a girl, Jessica, comes up with her group of dimbows thought it would be funny to spill her stupid white girl, Starbucks coffee all over me.

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"Oh sorry! didn't see you there." smiles with a sarcastic tone in her obnoxious voice. "but isn't not like i wanted to anyways." She gave me that bitch Smirk."You'er welcome!"

I sit quietly and she walked away, proud of her actions.

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Why do people have to pick on me? what did i do to them? its already hard enough at home why do they have to make it harder? I miss my mom. I miss my dad. but my real dad. i miss the one that used to tuck me in at night. i miss the one that called me his 'little princes'. i miss the one that treated my mom like a queen.

He wasn't always that drunk'n slop. He actually cared most of the time. It was just before 1st grade when i saw the cut my moms forehead.

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" Honey you have to go to sleep now." she seamed uncomferable. "are you ok mommy?" she tried hiding her face from her with her hair. " I'm fine now come on. Before daddy get mad." Right then i got up and walked to my room at fast as i could. I knew not to get dad mad. He didn't hit me then but he would make me do chores and chores and chores.

i was ready for bed, sitting in my room waiting for my mom to come tuck me in. I was trying to ignore my parents screaming on the top of their lungs.

The the times where they would fight the only thing to comfort me was my thoughts, my dream, and my stuffed animals.

It got really quiet and i herd my moms gentle foot steps coming towards me.

"Ready for bed?" she says stubbing at the end of her sentence.

I nod trying to see what is on her forehead.

She kissed me softly and said good night.

I didn't think something was right. So I followed her into the bathroom trying to be quiet. she moved her hair exposing the open wound to the head.

Fleshy and bloody, the cut was fresh. She carefully and thoroughly cleaned it. it was bad but it didn't need stitches.

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How could a father, a husband hit his bride is mother to his child? how can somebody be so cruel???

Why does humanity have to be so tearable?

What happen to going to church on Sundays with the whole family?

What happen to having family time?

What happen to knowing all your neighbors like family?

Oh and today my brother decided that he thought it would be funny to shave my cat.

She was my moms cat. Her name is Lexi. She is a black cat. my mom told me that when she first met my dad that they found her on the street. she was limping and had part of her left ear bit off, but she was beautiful. lexi is the last thing i have of my mom. hey i have to go. time for dinner. im soo hungry. i think im going to make noddles for the family tonight.

#2

5.21.14

3:45