Hopecreek

This is home..

My name is Aria green. I am 18 years old and live in a small town called Hopecreek. My life is sort of a mess wrapped in a facade of happiness. My mother who has been raising me and my twin sister on her own since we were three, is an alcoholic. The type that doesn't get out of bed until she has had a couple beers. Im so used to it now and so is she, that i think she functions better drunk than sober now a days. I know sad...but its my life. My twin sister amy, is bipolar and schizophrenic. She was diagnosed when we were 13. I hate the number 13. And me, well i guess there isn't anything to exciting about me other than the fact that i am a major tom boy. i don't know much about makeup, but i could tell you details about any sports car out there. My best friend is even a guy..Toby. Good ol' toby hart. I love him to death. he has always been such a supportive amazing friend to me.

I guess i can tell you a little bit about my town. There is a population of about 1,000 My graduating class at Hopecreek high consisted of 400 peeps. I have lived here my entire life and just dreamed of the day i would get out of this small town. I cant wait. Today, i am going to go biking with toby at the skate park. I pulled my long hair into a pny  tail, slipped on my favorite pair of ripped jeans, a hoddie and some sneakers then i was out the door. On my way out i saw my mom sitting on the couch watching a sitcom. "im going to the park mom, Ill be back in a couple hours." she was still in her jammies..she didn't even look over. "have fun sweetie" her slurred words started to become natural. I had no idea where my sister was. Probably with her boyfriend tony. The star quarterback. I jumped on my bike and rode towards toby's place. He lived less than a mile away it only took me 10 minutes on my bike.

I got there just in time, he was walking out of the garage with his bike. When he saw me he smiled. "hey beautiful!" i don't know why, but i hated when he called me that. I rolled my eyes. "hey stud!" i shot back. he shuddered. "that was weird.." he claimed hopping onto his bike He was also wearing a hoodie. It was late in November here and its almost always chilly in Hopecreek. Especially in the fall and winter time. his dark wavy hair was a little bit everywhere which was the norm for him.

We raced off to the skate park, like always. And he won like always. When we got there, there were only two other people. Stacie Geller and her pot head skater boyfriend. Toby was so sprung on the girl. But she is gorgeous, she looks like a super model. Must be nice. She was a nice girl though and very talented. Toby suddenly got nervous. When she saw us she waved happily and walked over to us. "hey guys! whats going on?" toby kept his head down "hey.." he almost stuttered. I laughed when stacie looked at him confused. "hey stace, whats going on?" i asked looking over at her stoner bf sitting along a ledge puffing on a cig. "oh just hanging out! enjoying not being in school anymore."

We all graduated at the same time this year. And college was starting in less than a month, so everyone was enjoying their last bit of freedom. toby jumped on his bike and started riding me and stacie just watched for a minute, then i felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out. It was a text from my sister "Mom is passed out drunk and im going out." i shook my head. whats new? We rode for about an hour than took a break. stacie and her bf had already left.

"so how is your mom? any better?" He was one of the only few that knew of my situation. i shrugged and picked a loose piece of string from my holey jeans. "Well, right now she is passed out drunk." i tried to force a fake smile. he looked straight ahead and his face looked very serious "you don't have to do that.." he said blankly. That caught me off guard. I cocked my head "do wha.." he cut me off "pretend that everything's okay with me..i know everything is not okay. She need some help" i just nodded. She does need help. But she wont take me or my sister serious. When i saw i had already been gone almost two hours, i decided it was time to head home and take care of my mom.

I assured toby we would hang out again tomorrow, then i rode home. It got colder the closer i got to home. My cheeks felt icy from the wind pushing against me. Once i finally walked in the door i found my mom passed out on the couch with her favorite sitcom on. I walked over and turned off the tv then laid a blanket over her. I sat next to her stroking her hair and wiped the hair out of her face. She is so beautiful, even though over the years the alcohol has turned her pigmentation a pale almost yellow color. I still saw the mom i grew up with. The loving caring woman she has always been, even drunk. I finally made it to my room and plopped onto my comfy bed. Without even taking my shoes off, i wrapped my blanket up to my chin and shut my eyes. I knew things would get better in the future..they just had too. And if there was any one quality i liked most about myself, it would be that i am always hope full. I always held onto hope.