The summer wind blowing thorough my hair, the freedom of summer. My mom was supposed to take me to the movies later, my dad, well I dont know where he was. He had left 10 years ago.
Almost my whole life I had lived across from the Gallaghers. Frank had always treated me like his own, taking me on the ever so often drug runs. Fiona, I mean she was ok, not to mean. Ian wasnt really around anymore, exploring his gayness. Debbie was sorta nice, she lended me outfits, but I really didnt see her anymore. Carl, we were close, like super close. Almost together. But we werent, I wasnt going to become one of his many hoes."
I walked inside my house, and dropped my bag in its usual spot, by the door. I walked into the kitchen to get a snack.
"There she is!",my mom said. "Honey, your going to live with the Gallaghers for a little bit. I have go somewhere for a year or so. Go upstairs and pack up your things"
"What the fuck mom. I dont even get a say in this?", I asked.
"Breland coral-leslie Jones! Do not use that kind of language around me. I said go", she snapped back.
I ran up the stairs, and into my room. I had been big boxes, just in case this had happended. I had just enough room in the boxes for my stuff. All of my clothes fit in one box, movies and books in one, makeup and hair supplies, and clutter. I dragged the first box out of my room, and walked down the stairs. It thumped behind me. Carl was at my door.
"Hey there baby. Im here to help you carry you stuff over to my crib", he said.
"Number 1, dont call me that. Number 2, stop acting like a gangster", I replied back.
He walked past me and picked up a box. I knew that one was the heaviest and I couldnt carry it. He muscles flexed as he carried my box out the door. I started to melt a little bit inside. I grabbed the rest of the boxes, and dragged them over to his house. My mom was gone. She really wanted to get rid of me.
I opended the door to their house, and walked in.
"Hi Bre! I hope you dont mind, but your sharing a room with Carl for the time being", Fiona yelled from the kitchen.
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