The Life I Never Expected To Have

Chapter 1

I strode my way through the forest as it was an exhausted day at school.

I had to reach home by 3:30 the latest no later or else I know where I'll be staying for the night. It was now 3:20 I had eight minutes since I was like 2 minutes away from home I decided to free my mind from going in that stressful house.

I sat on the ground carving in the dirt I hate myself as tears started to stream down my face uncontrollably.Suddenly my alarm on my watch beeped and I jumped in fright it was now 3:28 time to go to disaster.

My mom made it her duty to make sure I had a watch so it was no excuse if I am late.

I walked at a steady pace to reach home before 3:30 and no later than 3:30 when I knocked the door it was exactly 3:29:59 and my mom opened the door 3:30:00. When she opened the door she greeted me with a hug.Honestly the first time she did that I thought she changed from her stressful attitude that she had since her man, eventually my dad left us.

"Good afternoon to you too" I greeted her but in return I received a slap across my face.That's what I hope I never came home to. The tears developed in my eyes "Come in honey you know I never meant to slap you"she said. Oh sweet mom you always say that I thought.

It was a relieve when I entered my room after my mom scolded me about what to do and what not to do practically do's and don'ts.
Her duty every evening what she thinks.

"Kyraaaa" I heard her shouted she does that every evening I guarantee you its to wash the dishes. I changed my clothes and headed slouchily down the long stairs and stand straight, hands at my side as she told me to do.

"Wash the dishes"she demanded.

Not a question but a demand. She had all the day here because she does not work what was she doing all day trust me I asked myself that question everyday.

I walked to the kitchen praying it's not enough plate but unfortunately everyday I wonder what she's doing daily.

I am practically the poorest chick on this earth. I am not open to a social life and I wish for my life to get better every day. Why??

I don't get fancy clothes,vehicles and mostly I don't even own a phone. The other day I saw a 5 year old my neighbor daughter with an I-phone 6 I wad shocked.

But no in this point of my life I don't need them.

I wore boy clothes because this mother of mine dont give a damn care about me she goes to this boys shelter every Thursday and collect clothes for me practically a Salvation Army.

People thinks I am a boy, lesbian or what ever they thinks.

My life sucks thats all I know and the only solution to all of my problems is suicide pause which I know for a fact I won't try maybe only if I get frustrated and really want to give up but for now I will keep pushing.

I dont even have friends and guess. Why?????