"Get up." "don't pack anything you leaving!"
my mother screams as she storms in my room. For some reason it felt natural,like I've done this too many times before, just not old enough to remember.
I put on some clothes, erase any evidence of me contacting anyone. I grab my proof and hide them in my pants. I get in the car not having the slightest idea of where im going. I hold my head up and my tears behind me.
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Cherries on Top
Non-FictionA young girl is forced to raise herself due to the fact that her mother isnt there emotionaly to do it. Her mother shows no interest in her what so ever...and she searches for a higher love... acceptance.
