Struggling to Survive

Chapter 1

I remember my kindergarten graduation. I woke up so excited because I couldn't wait to go outside and play with my friends. My mom and dad were finally happy. My father was found not guilty in his trial but was placed on probation for 8 years. My mother was 1 year drug free. She had just started to go back to school and had a really good paying job as a lawyers assistant. My kindergarten graduation was probably the only happiest day I've ever had in my life.
I wore my pink ruffled lace dress with white wedges and my hair straight. I swore to god I was the baddest thing in that graduation and no one could tell me nothing. I remember walking down the walkway to receive my award. I had looked over at my parents and had never seen them so happy. I always knew that my parents loved and cared about me but that day it was different. My parents look like they genuinely loved me. I had never seen my parents so happy to see me a day in their life.

Of course it didn't last forever which was the most heartbreaking thing ever. Two days after my graduation my father got caught selling weed and Cocaine and was sentenced to 25 years in prison. Two months after that my mom was hooked on heroine again. After I found my mom passed out in the living room for the third time CPS decided to make me live with my grandmother. Living with her was amazing when I was younger. Of course the older I got she hated me cause I reminded her of her disappointment of a daughter.

I was constantly disappointed in my life by family members. My mother promised me she was gonna get better but didn't. My father promised me he would come home and I honestly don't even know if he's still in prison. For all I know he could be out on good behavior or something.
I'm an only child so I've had to endure all of this by myself. The only person who was there for me was my granddaddy and he passed away from cancer two years ago. After he died that's when my grandmother really started treating me like shit.

Coming from parents who are both addicts and living with a grandmother who doesn't like you is very hard. At times I feel like I'm not loved or wanted. But then I always remember I got my girl Stephanie. She's been my best friend since I moved over here to Atlanta. I remember the first day we met. I was sitting at the table by myself cause somehow everyone knew who my parents were and what they did. They were told not to hang out with me and mad fun of me. One girl asked me how it felt to be a crack baby. And Stephanie walked up to her and asked how it felt to have slept with the whole football and basketball team before actually knowing how many players were on each team. The girl looked at her and ran off crying. Since then we've been the best of friends.

I always tried to make more friends but they were always rude and I have a temper.
When I was 10, one girl in my class took my juice box and stole my honey bun. She said she didn't but everybody in the class knew she did. The teacher told me to be the bigger person but I couldn't. I smashed the honey bun in her face and tried to put the juice in her. I was suspended for two weeks and was forced to go to anger management for the first time.

It was a special class for kids like me but it didn't help because we all hated each other and would always fight in the bathrooms. Soon after that I became a regular at the anger management classes because I always got into at least two fights a month. My schools began to send home letters stating that I was putting all the kids in my class in danger.

The parents all started a petition to get me kicked out of the school and it received all 250 signatures it needed. That's the reason why my grandparents and I had to move from Rome, Georgia to Atlanta.

A/N
Okay I know this was not the most interesting first chapter but I had to re write this like a million times😂 please bare with me because I promise that these chapters become longer and more interesting. I hope you enjoy the rest of the book❤️