Getting By

chapter 2

I awoke to the sound of mom yelling in the other room. Hesitantly, I stood up from the floor. "Damn." I mumbled to myself. It sucked to not have a bed, or a couch, or anything but a floor to sleep on. 

"No, you listen to me. We had a deal, you sleep with me and I don't have to pay you anything for the flake." mom spoke.

Flake? What the hell? Maybe I just heard her wrong.

"Yes. She's in her room." A pause "When?"

Okay, now I know she is talking about me. The last time that I heard her talking about me was when she needed money for heroine, I wonder what it was this time.

"She has school until 2:45."

School? Why did she care. She never cared when I went, or when I got out. I was surprised that she even knew the exact time because, I usually don't even walk in the door untill about 3:10, but thats just because I take the long way. Speaking of school.. I peaked around the corner to the wall clock. Shoot! Im gonna be late! 

"She's usually up by now.."

Damn, she was right. By now I would have been up and out of her hair. The floor nearby creaked and I knew it was her. I lay back down, acting compleatly oblivious to the world, as if I were truely in a deep sleep. She entered.

"Hey, whore. You gonna get your ass up or what? I got shit to do today and I don't need you home snooping around."

Rolling my eyes secretly and groaning like i'd been woken from a deep sleep. I got up and she proceeded to the kitchen and picked the phone back up.

"Yeah, she's going today.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll see you then."

She hung up the phone and came my way, yet again. I sat my clothes for the day on the closed toilet and waited for her.

"I need you to be home by three today. Exactly three."

I began to question her but I stopped myself. I knew what she would do if I openly questioned her. So I just nodded in agreement. Besides I knew what it was anyways. She needed money for something and she didn't have it.

She walked out of the bathroom and I closed and locked the door. I took of my clothes and stood there naked, looking at  the scar accross my stomach. It had needed stitches, but never got any. Ever since that day, I can't stand anything or anyone touching that exact area. Sighing, I turned on the shower and hopped on in.

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After my shower I, of course, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. Every day routine. Except today, I felt the need to change something, but what?

I looked in the mirror for a good couple of minutes, rolling my tounge Feeling the tounge ring.

My hair.

I would change my hair. I grabbed the scissors and began chopping at my hair.

It was already long but it still looked pretty lengthy. My bangs were now shorter and flowed slightly more to the left side of my face. I pulled all of my thick, brown, hair to the front and parted it in the back.

Smiling in the mirror, I was quite satisfied with my workings.

I swept up my mess and headed off for school.

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