Story of my life *BRENNEN TAYLOR*(on hold)

Backstory

Hi.. I'm Amanda, I just moved to Los Angeles. I'm 17 years old, and currently I'm finishing my last 6 months of high school, but first let me tell you how I got here.

FLASHBACK:
When I was young my parents always had relationship problems. It just continuously had gotten worse. When I was 9 my parents separated and divorced when I turned 10. Me my older sister Chelsie and brothers Elijah and Xavier would stay one week at my moms house and one week at my dads, that lasted for a year when my sister decided to stay at my dads permanently and visit my mom. She moved there because my moms house was actually my grandmas house, and it's just too cramped there, and it was her last year of high school and she just needed space. Fast forward 5 months Elijah also did the same. I never really understood anything that was going on,
my mom would try to help me understand but I was too young to comprehend. I favourited my mom because she always  tried to make the best out of everything even though she is diagnosed with chronic body pain from a car accident a few years back. From the accident she isn't qualified for a job, and it's really hard for her. But she is working on being an entrepreneur. I loved my mom for being so confident and such a hard worker. She set her goals and does everything she can to achieve her dreams. My dad on the other hand always seemed so empty, sad, and mad. He'd let it out of my siblings and I by abusing us. Then Thanksgiving 2014 my dad introduced us to this white girl.. Lisa. She's this fat, blonde, blue-eyed white girl. When I first met her I had this bad vibe, like she was so fake like she was hiding something so I never had liked her. Some weekends my dad would ask me and my younger brother Xavier if it's ok for her to hangout with us. Neither of us liked her but we had to say yes. Like you can picture what might've happened if we said no.

Fast forward to New Years:
December 31st Xavier had been complaining all day about his ear hurting, my dad just kept ignoring him saying we'll deal with it later because we were planning on having a New Years party. He was complaining all day and all night. When it was time to go to sleep I hear crying. I go to Xavier's room and opened the door to see him sitting up on his bed holding his ears crying. He was crying to me about his ears hurting, so I got him ice and it didn't really help. Soon my older sis woke up and saw him crying, she told me to go wake up dad. I went to his room and didn't see him. I went to all the rooms except the spare bedroom. I told my sister and she told me to go wake up Elijah. I told him what was going on, he didn't care so he went back to sleep. I checked the spare room and I could hear loud sounds. I was banging on the door, I was there knocking for what felt like forever, my dad opened the door I looked at him and he looked like a zombie. His eyes were droopy and his face was all red from how drunk he was. His shorts sagging low (crack kills) and I peer in to see somebody else hiding under the cover in the bed. I automatically knew it was Lisa. I told him the problem and he decided to deal with it on the morning. I tell my sister, and she was just as pissed because she was also very tired. My sis and I slept with Xavier to help him fall asleep. After that some how some way lisa kinda just ended up living in my house, my dad didn't really tell introduce her or even ask if it would be ok. she just one day started moving into myi was kinda weird seeing her walking around my house like it's her own. Especially because they don't know that I know what happened that night. For my twelfth birthday I asked my dad that I did not want Lisa there at my birthday party. Then he goes on and on with some stupid lecture (comment of you can relate when your parents give long ass lectures) I was not listening at all, he was going on about her doing everything for me and she's so nice blah blah blah blah blahhhhh. When I was 13 I really started to have real big problems with this white bitch, she would actually act like my mother. One time we were home alone and she said she wanted to talk to me, I know what she was going to do. She was going to give me some long lecture about something stupid. And then... SHE HAD THE FUCKING AUDACITY  TO TALK ABOUT MY MOM. At that point I was soooooo done with this bitch, I just wanted to clock this hoe but I know I'd be in way more trouble so I got up and was walking away.. then... she grabbed my fucking arm and I lost in. I threw my plate and screamed at her. I told her the fucking truth, I wish she had learned her lesson but noooooo this hoe has to keep pushing. She always asked why do your hate me, and my dad and her would talk. And little do they know that I could hear every damn word through the vent (they lived in the master room downstairs) I tell them the same thing all the time and they say I'm all excuses. I just knew I hated her from the start and never stopped. Life went on and January 2nd 2018 was my aunts birthday. We had a huge party and obviously my dad got drunk and surprisingly Lisa did too. She was one not to drink so she acted up when she was drunk. That night dad and Lisa got into a fight (happiest night of my fucking life), and shit got fucked up to the point that the po po came. I don't want to get too into it, so basically the next morning they broke up shit was broken and things were missing. For a whole month my dad looked so miserable. He wouldn't cook, took days off of work, and when we ate at the dinner table he wouldn't talk. It would be completely silent, and he'd lean his head on his hand, stare at his food and not eat. I'd ask him whats wrong? Why are you being like this? Are you ok?Some days Lisa would come to visit and I just didn't want to talk to her but I did. And she told us that she didn't remember a thing, she only remembered the party then waking up in her house the next morning. This whole thing talking shit about Lisa was just to tell you how much I hate her. Fast forward to age 15.
My mom found a place with decent rent so we finally get to move out of my grandmas house, and me and Xavier decided to move in with her permanently then we just visit our dad. My dad didn't like it whatsoever but eventually got over it.
Fast forward to age 17
It's almost summer, I couldn't wait to have fun at the beach and hangout with my friends. One day I come home and my mom was talking on the phone, after she hung up and ran over to me excited, she asked me you want the good news first or the bad news. I said good news, then bad news. My mom said she got a new job!! I was so happy for her, but the downside is that we had to move to L.A. Not that I have anything against L.A. It's a beautiful city. But I was so looking forward to being with my friends over the summer. I had to make a decision quick because the plan was to leave in a week. I decided to go with my mom, I would have to finish highschool there but I'm fine with it. The hardest part from all this was telling my longtime best friend since kindergarten Laura. We cried, but I reassured her I will visit. Moving was a breeze now I was just worried about making friends.

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Thank you so much for picking my story to read !!😁

Sorry this intro doesn't make a lot of sense, it kinda just turned into a rant, but future chapters will be better.

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