Good morning Amy" says my mom. (Everyone calls me Amy. It's so weird) "hi mom. Where's max?" He is my brother. "He never came home until 3 am. He is still asleep. He Is so goddamn foolish to go out to the bar with all his friends. He came home drunk!" Says my mom. " So he is not still asleep, he is just still passed out?" I say. Being the smart one here. "Yes you little twerp! Now go wake up your brother for breakfast!" She shouts at me. I forgot to tell you. My mom has been abusing me ever since I was 8. Ever since her no good husband, got a divorce. And we always blamed me. And now, she has a boyfriend. Again. And he is so annoying. He has a squeaky little voice that can drive a whole driveway full of rocks crazy. Anyway, so I went to go wake up my brother. When I opened the door I closed it. And locked it. I planned on snooping around my brothers room. And I did. But when I got to under his bed I came across a book called, "twilight" so I picked it up and turned on the alarm clock and set it for 9:32. 2 minutes from now. Then I rushed to my room and hid the book where no body would find it. Under my pillow!! Then I went down stairs. "Well brat, is he coming or is he going to be "passed out" for the rest of the morning?!" "He is coming down he is just getting dressed!" Oh no. I forgot that I never use attitude to my mother. I learned my lesson about that when I turned ten. "What did you just say to me?" She said. I needed to escape. So I ran for the kitchen door and flew outside onto the street. Good thing I was dressed wearing skinny jeans, a black tank top, cowboy boots, and my favorite lime green sweatshirt. Then I started walking off to school
