*Authors Note*
I wrote this fanfic with my other friend her name is IamAchocoholic. Please go check out he story that she's writing, its soooo goood. Thank you for reading!!!*
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Chapter One
“Dear diary, life is trying me. Can I get a sign?”
“NO! You don’t realize what you’re doing to this family, to me!”
“Or a two of mine, a piece of mind.”
If you hadn’t gone and fucked her then we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!
“Can I get a sign”
Don’t turn this shit onto me! This is your fault!
“Can I get a sign. I know”
I tear out my headphones as I walk to my bedroom door and slam it. I could still hear them screaming about my “mom’s” alcohol and drug addiction. I never felt close to my mom. I dont even consider her my mom. I’ve always called her by her name, Lorena. All my life my parents have done nothing but scream at each other and I’m getting sick of it. As if high school isn’t stressful enough. Now I have to deal with this every time I walk through the front door.
I glanced around my room looking for a quick escape, my eyes caught the window. I hurriedly cross my room and open my window. I climb out onto the roof that overlooks the house next door. I sit down and stare directly into the empty house that’s in front of me. It’s ridiculous how close these houses are in Cheshire. If I wanted, I could take a small step and be on the roof and climb into the window of that house.
I look up at the night sky to take one deep breath, letting out a big sigh. It seems like that’s the only way I can breathe nowadays. I look down at my phone and read the time. 12:00 A.M. How the hell has it already been two hours? I climb back inside my room and close the blinds. I mentally groaned at the thought of school tomorrow.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I peeled my eyes open at the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I ignored the sound of the alarm, shoving my head underneath the pillow.
“SHUT THAT GOD DAMN ALARM CLOCK OFF!!” Lorena screeches from her room while banging on the wall opposite of my bed. I immediately slam my hand against my old fashioned alarm clock, in fear of what Lorena would do.
I rolled out of bed and gracefully landed on my feet. I slugged towards the shower. 20 minutes later I slide into my beat up converse and walk to the mirror. Wearing my favorite black hoodie and skinny jeans, I discreetly tiptoe down the long hallway into the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, I saw my dad preparing me an omelet. I kiss him on the cheek, whispering thank you as I grabbed the plate and started eating. As I finish my breakfast, my dad hands me my grey backpack and sits down on the couch. I jog over to my beat up car. She is my pride and joy. My dad passed her down to me as a birthday gift. Lorena never approved of him giving me the car but he didn't care.
