You're my world

The beginning of new beginnings

The first part is just a bit of info on the characters and them meeting.
Hopefully I can finish a few more chapters that will be longer and publish them soon.
Ahh this is my first story hope you like it :)

*Patrick POV*

"GET UPPPP" Patrick Stump woke up to the sound of his mother calling him out of his slumber. He sleepily rolled out of bed and opened his eyes to take in his surroundings. Where am I he thought, quickly jumping up from the cold wooden floor that he had recently fallen onto. "Oh right" he muttered. "My new 'home', let's see how long this one lasts for" he whispered under his breath, his voice cracking as he spoke.

You see the thing about Patrick is that he had never had a proper home or a proper family even. His parents divorced when he was only months old and he had been moving across the country ever since. At the moment he was living with his mother, an alcoholic who he had never seen without a drink of some kind in her hands. Speaking about his mother, she was still yelling at him from downstairs, probably telling him to make her breakfast. Most days she was so intoxicated that she couldn't walk straight, let alone do ''motherly' jobs such as make Patrick meals. Patrick has always been very independent, since the age of 5 he was washing his own clothes and fending for himself, by 6 he knew how to cook full meals as well as trying to get his mother to eat. She used to scare Patrick when he was little, especially when she was drunk, she would hit him, and say things, mean things, Patrick just told himself that she didn't know what she was saying, or he hoped that. She doesn't scare him anymore though, she's not bad, she's just sad, sad and broken.

Patrick jumped down the stairs tripping over his trousers while at it, causing him to stumble into the kitchen, where he found his mother lying down now asleep on the table. Broken bottle shards were scattered around her, most likely from last night, she had kept Patrick up with all the noises. Realising what time it was he hurriedly picked up the glass and threw it away. He looked at the clock, 8:24 that left him 6 minutes to make breakfast, scoff it down and sprint to the bus stop so that he wouldn't be late for his first day at his new school.

I know it was really short but that's a bit on Patrick's life, next up Pete....