Elizabeth's Pov
I made my way up the steps to my house. I stood on my tip toes to reach for the key on top of the door. Since I'm only 5'7 and my door frame is 6 feet, I have to reach for the key. I unlocked the door, and quickly shut it behind me. I placed the key on top of the television and turned on the lights. I walk into the living but to only find out that my mother is asleep on the couch, reeking of alcohol. Her makeup is smeared all over the couch, and her dress has stains, that is most likely her own throw up. I inwardly groan in disgust and anger. I walk into the kitchen to get a drink of water from the fridge. There's a sticky note on the fridge, the handwriting is sloppy but is legible, which leads me to think it's a male. I had a nice time, maybe we should do it again. I drove you home, here's my number, 310- 624- 7302~ Dave. I snatched it off the fridge and crumpled it into my hand and tossed it into the trashcan. I open the fridge, it's completely empty. I grunt in frustration and decide that I need to buy more groceries tomorrow when I get out of school. I open the cupboard and grab a glass cup out the pantry and fill it up with tap water from the sink. I down it in 2 gulps and place it in the sink. I walk back to her and lift her. I put an arm around my neck and I hold onto her waist. She babbles while I drag her upstairs into her room. I toss her onto her bed and take off her shoes and throw them on the floor. I tuck her in, I'll wash her sheets tomorrow too. I close the door and head for my room. My room is blue with a lava lamp on my white desk with my apple laptop. My bedspread is purple with a white flower design, and I have a wooden floor. Right in front of the closet was a full length mirror. My dresser is right beside the door, the work chair sat in front of the desk. The window was closed my lace purple curtain and the white thick blinds. I open the door and flick the light on and close the door. I kick off my shoes and toss them into the closet. I change into my pajamas and turn off the light. I walk towards my bed and crawl into the sheets, letting the warmth engulf me. I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Loving a street fighter
Teen Fiction" Why do you street fight" he asked. I shrugged , " you know why ", I whispered. He stepped closer, " I can give you the money", he whispered. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, " I don't want your pity or your money. All you rich people are the same"...
