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one - a day in the life of michael clifford

My eyes slowly blink open as I awoke, light flooding in my room from the open window with no curtains. My body tangled around black sheets. As I express a loud yamn and plop back in bed tangling myself more in the sheets. I lay in bed for about ten minutes. Then let out a loud groan and jump up to go down stairs. As I walk downstairs I noticed my mom using her computer, meaning that its another day that she wont pay any attention to me. I decide to sneak out since she obviously won't notice, as I walk out she called for me.

"Michael Gordon Clifford can you explain to me what this is" She held up a earing and stood up from her chair

I had to think of something fast. I can't let her know that I had a one night stand with some girl I met at a party that I snuck out to go to.

"do you really care as to who thise earings belong to?" I snatched the earing out of her hand

"dont you speak to me like that"

" then why are you pestering me" i scoff

"because michael, you're my son and i care about you"

"whatever mom" and with that i left the house

I really dont know why my mom acts like she cares about me. I know that she only had me cause my dads rich, and not because she loved me. My relationship with my mom isn't the best relationship that a teenage boy should have. With my mom its just work and drinking. Ever since my parents got a divorce it hasnt been the same. My own mother doesnt speak to me unless being spoke to. My father gives me the love my mother doesnt give me. Hes always there when I need him. Even though hes on business trips most of the time. He never misses a day without talking to me. My dad is the best.

I walk into the record store like I do everyday. Picking records from every shelf is the best entertainment for me. I can litterally do this all day and I won't get bored. I walked by each aisle each filled with different genres of music and artists. I chose albums and vinyls, they're like my little collection of favorite things as well as my books. They're my companions when my dad isn't home and I have no one to talk to. I lost all my friends when I became a "Punk". Since then I haven't talked to anyone but my parents and a few other people. I walk to the cashier to pay for my records. This has to be my favorite part of everyday. Ever since I had that one night stand with that girl I meet at the party I havent really heard any albums or read any books. Or even smoked any cigarettes....am I becoming sobber and I not gonna fuck girls anymore. What is wrong with me? I need to step my game up. soon. I step into my car and started listening to one of my many albums.

I arrive home and I snuck in so my mom couldn't say anything else about that earing she found. Shes in the kitchen drinking, again.

"Michael" She started walking to me

"Mom your drunk again" I walked her up the stairs into her room

"Michael" she stated

I left the room, then went to mine. I played another one of the albums on full blast. I started thinking about my life and how it consist of sex, music, and books.

This is probably the shortest chapter ever...but hey I had fun writing this.