Lana is My Mother

four <part 1>

It's one week after my 16th birthday and Mommy's drinking has been getting worse and worse. I'm starting to smell it on her and there's more bottles of different things. Grey Goose. Heineken. Corona's. It all just hurts to see my mom doing this to herself. I love her but I don't know how to say anything to her because I don't want to hurt her. I can't. She's been hurt too many times. She's had an alcohol addiction before when she was young, she's been sent away, I was born on accident, Dad died, She became one of the most hated celebrities in the world, Her little boy's growing up. It's all too much to handle, I can't even think about it. You have to be really strong to handle it all.

-----[at school]-----

"Elijah. Elijah. Elijah.ELIJAH. ELIJAH GODFREY WAKE UP." Screams my first period teacher. "First period just started about 15 minutes ago and you're already sleeping? What's wrong with you?"

I hate my first period teacher and class. I just hate school in general. I'm very intelligent, I've never gotten anything lower then a B+, I just don't think grades and schooling measure intelligence. My first period class is Honors Pre-Calculus and doing math isn't very fun at 7:55 in the morning, and my teacher is absoulutly terrible. Her name is Ms. Dewan and she is the weirdest women I have ever met. She has platinum blonde hair, she does a bright eyeshadow gradient everyday, and she wears bright clothing. She's nasty and rude, she also thinks she's cool.

"Sorry Ms. Dewan." I say trying to sound upset and truly sorry.

"Well sweetie pie, you should be."

I have no friends in this class, it's on the fourth floor, and my locker is all the way at the end of the hall.

***RINGGGG***

The bell screeches.

"Class don't forget to do section 10-7, 12-3, 3-7, and 18-2 for homework. Odd's only!" yoodles Ms. Dewan in her annoying nasally voice. She didn't even hand me the homework.

Locker, then second period.

I loved second period. It was French class and Fleur was there. For a girl I hated a week ago she's had me head over heels. We walk to school and from school together and we talk about the cutest things from how annoying African and Southern accents are to how we're both allergic to cats.

Fleur usually meets me by my locker but today she didn't. I figured her first period teacher was making her go late. She told me her Language Arts was a complete b*tch to girls.

Right when I sit down in my seat for French Fleur comes running in screaming, hysterically crying, her make up running down her face. She runs over to me and holds my hands and just stares at me blankly

"Oh Mon Dieu! Fleur! Vat haz happened?" Exclaimed our French teacher Mademoiselle Apel.

"Mademoiselle, Me and Eli have to go. Immédiatement!" Yelled Fleur

"How long?" Questioned Mademoiselle

"For the rest of the day. The school knows already. S'il vous plaît!?"

"Gow! Gow! Gow!" She said shooing us away.

Fleur and Me run down the halls. I didnt know what was going on. She was still holding my hand. Her hand was ice cold and pale.

"Eli. What I'm going to tell you will hurt you a lot. So much you may be on the edge. I just want you to know I'll always be there for you and J'adore."

The words that escaped out of Fleurs mouth ruined my life forever.