Here Comes the Sun

Chapter 1

I cannot remember the last time I had a proper family dinner, even when my parents made an effort to eat together as a family it would either be extremely awkward or someone would storm out. But that was three years ago and now my mother works too much to be able to have dinner with me and my dad is half way to hell with his mistress. So, now I either eat alone or I find a friend. Tonight though I will be dinning alone. I am in my room writing my English essay for tomorrow. The cool silence of my house gives me an eerie sense of comfort, I know that I can depend on myself and I do not have a huge family that can leave.

It is my goal in life get away from everything I know and start over in a new place where people do not know me. I plan on doing that by getting into a college far away from this god forsaken town. But until then I have to try and get the best grades possible so I can get the best chance at a scholarship. Which means I have to pass Mr. Leon's English class which is notorious for being the hardest class on campus, and yes that surpasses all of the calculus classes and the AP physics classes. I know, crazy. Mr. Leon is known as Satan in our school because most kids consider his class actual hell, and Mr. Leon lives up to his name. I am currently writing an essay that he assigned at the end of class today. This essay is six pages long so far and I am only halfway done.

I was lost in my work when I heard the front door open, which either means that I am being robbed or my mom is coming home. Both options are fairly plausible because we do live in a fairly bad neighborhood but I hear the drunken swears of my mom so I can only assume that it is her. I make my way down the hallway to greet my mother, but when I see her I am thoroughly disappointed to see that she has brought home yet another man. I quickly made my way back to my room to try and escape the drunkenly scandalous actions that were about to occur.

My mom took my dad leaving really hard. She cried for weeks and did not leave her room for a month, she also turned to alcohol to take away the pain. My mom blames herself for him leaving and I guess I blame myself as well. I think we both feel that if we were better that he would have stayed. I try to convince myself that it is not fault because that is what everyone tells me but it just feels like a lie, I digress. I eventually make it back to room I sigh and fall onto my bed. The cheap mattress gave little support to my body and made it slightly uncomfortable, but my body was so full of knots and tension it felt normal at this point.

I did not mean to fall asleep last night so early but I woke to the sound of my alarm going off. I groaned and sat up in my bed realizing I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Slowly rolling out of bed I made my way to the hall bathroom that was dimly lit with the singular light bulb because my mom has forgotten to get light bulbs at the store for the past two months. I peeled off the sweaty day old outfit and got into the luke warm water. I washed off the sweat and dirt off my body. I thought about what it would feel like when I got out of this house, where I go who I would be. I would have this weight on my back called my mother or my past. I would be a stranger, even to myself. I decided I was being a bit too dramatic and got out of my shower and made my way back to my room.

The cool laminate flooring under my feet creaked heavily from across the house warning me that whoever my mother brought home last was up and either leaving or heading to the kitchen. I quickly made my way back to my room to finish getting ready. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a maroon tank top crop top with a denim jacket. I brushed out my slightly damp hair and let it air dry the rest of the way, which would make it a little curly but I really did not care. I put on just a bit of mascara to make my face look a little more alive. I went down the hallway and tried to dodge mystery man but it was too late my mom saw me and she is going to want a kiss goodbye.

"Edie!! Come here!" I hear her yell. I mentally groan and turn around and greet her at the kitchen, while also trying not to make awkward eye contact with my mothers most recent hookup .