Saving Grace

The beginning

My name is Grace, Grace an lindecker, I'm just like every normal sixteen year old girl, I like boys I got to school I have... some friends, I just have one huge secret, my moms a drunk whore.
My heart jumped out of my chest, hearing the front door fly open. Right then and there I knew my mom was home, drunk and miserable with probably, yet again, another guy. I never quite got why she did this I just knew that I was in love with one guy and one guy only. Samuel clinger. Iv liked him since the 3rd grade when he moved to Michigan from California.
   He has these green eyes that just shine brighter then stars and hair that's floppy and brown, it hangs slightly over his eyes when there's no product in it.
          My heart was fluttering until I heard my door swing open and, of course, I was right, there was my mom, woozy, sluggish, and drunk with a guy behind her. He was tall and muscular, that was the kind of guys she liked, the ones that were big and could kill someone with one hit.
               "You better leave us alone. And get up yourself in the morning." Her words were slurred and low. My mom never quite believed I was cared about by anyone but her. I groaned and fell back down to my bed, reaching over to my alarm clock twisting the side to set it.
       My mom had vanished from the room along with the giant. The door was shut and everything was quite. No Tv, no mom screaming, nothing.
            My muscles seemed to relax and my heart wasn't racing, I was actually calm. My eyelids had shut ounce again and the world was quite.

       Around 6:45 am I had woken up to my alarm clock singing.
    I slumped over to push the button down so the rechid beep would stop.
        My legs hung over the bed, I slid down, my blankets following after me.
      My gaze went to my dresser which was overflowing with clothes practically busting at the seams.  I walked over to the dresser and grabbed out a plaid red shirt and black Jeanne's that were cut at the knees. The weather was late fall which to me was time for flannel, pumpkins tasting foods and drinks, candy, jack-o-lanterns, all things like that was just aesthetic to me.
       I had ran down the stairs to see wine bottles all under the table. I always believed my mom hid them because she wanted to believe I didn't see it she wanted to believe that she was a good mom but I always picked them up because I knew she would forget the next morning as the men would leave the house.
      There was leftover pancakes from the night before, she always cooked one night and whatever there was she'd make a lot of it so there would be enough for the rest of the week.
     I quickly grabbed just some pop-tarts and ran out the door to catch the bus.

I really hope this was good sorry it so short ❤️