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"Come on sweetie, time to go" my mom yelled down at me.
"Alright coming mom" I yelled back. I grabbed my backpack and put my hair into a ponytail. I ran downstairs to see her turning off the tv and grabbing the keys.
"Come on kiddo" she smiled. We walked to the car and got in. "So how does it feel to finally hit 15?" She asked, pretending to be a news reporter.
"It feels great, but I'm also anxious" I said, pushing my bangs back.
I don't know what happened. Honestly she used to be so nice, so generous, so great full. Now she's just a physically abusive alcoholic.
I remember when we used to shop together, talk about boys and drama itself. Now that's over. I wish I could rewind everything. Kill me
Think about it now, I'm just a runaway teen who goes to her boyfriends house every other day and thats life.
