I started to no I was different at the young age of fourteen,But my parents thought I was just one awkward kid in the family.I remember telling my mother Esther that she would get fired from work ....and yes! I do call my mother sometimes my her maiden name, but who care if I do......
Waking up to the greetings of my mother yelling my name is normally for me, so I quickly run down the oak stair floors of my grandmother mothers house...or should I say use to be ,cause she's being dead for the past three years now and we were about to be homeless until we heard she left Esther the house .....
Too big for my taste anyway ....cause I mean what is a seventeen year old gonna do with an eight bedroom mansion in the South of England.
But anyway that's really not my issue, all I want is to see my dad that's if he knows that I exest...
.but the contants yells of my mother brings me back to reality all I heard her say was get dressed you're gonna be late for school....."What? are you serious.....how do you expect me to got to school, when just yesterday we were gonna be homeless.....this is a joke"
"I don't believe the words that are coming from your mouth .....you used to love school" my mother said with an disappointed tone to her voice....
Come on now you don't expect me to fall for the bate trick... Esther..... i replied
The was a pause between our conversation until I managed to break it by saying that I missed my old school and my friends ......but I got was a hug and an reassurance that I was not gonna miss school.....
And while I was some how enjoying the company of my mother John came from upstairs .....by the way his my step dad .....a big jerk but he doesn't know that ......
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The Trance
General FictionHis is not good enough so he relives it every evening as he sleeps in a different time and place