You wake up the next morning and as always despise the idea of having to go to school. You walk across your small room and over to your 'shoe wall' as you called it. You'd kept all your shoes there and kept your favorite pair on top since as long as you can remember.
You couldn't find your favorite pair so you assumed maybe you'd been so tired the last time you wore them that you'd forgotten to take them off and put them back on the shelf. Maybe they were still in the closet. You walked into the closet and begin throwing your clothes around the room trying to find your favorite pair of shoes, but they were no where to be found.
You open your door and call for your mom, who you knew would still be asleep but this was important. Normally in the mornings you only left your room to get your lunch from the kitchen. You'd then return back and climb out of your window onto the fire escape and walk down the three sets of stairs down to the street. You never bothered your mom, never even told her goodbye.
"What do you want!" She yelled angrily from her room.
"Have you seen my Doc Marten's?" You yell back from the bathroom desperately trying to find them.
"Yeah." She sighed
"Where are they?" You question relived that she knew where they were.
"I wore them to a party the other night, when I woke up the next morning I accidentally left shoeless." She said nonchalantly
"Mom! You fucking left my shoes in some strangers house!" You scream pissed of at her irresponsibility
"Don't fucking cuss at me young lady. I'm your mother I can do what I want." She yells back
"Those are fucking expensive, you're such a whore!" You scream back
"Of course I am. Where do you think you get it from bitch" she yells at you.
You slam your door and silently cry. It's fine that she lost your shoes, you can always get another pair, but it was rough that she thought it was okay to call you a whore. You did start the argument but you hated the way she treated you. You decided you'd wear your air force ones for the day. No one would even notice that you didn't have your signature shoes, after school you'd get a new pair.
The part that tore you up inside was the fact that you had to use all your own money from your dad to buy your clothes, shoes, makeup, hygiene products, food for lunch. She only cared about herself and would destroy the things you had bought. That's why when you'd leave the house you always locked the door, hoping she wouldn't go into your room.
You wanted out of the house, you just didn't know what to do.
Thirty minutes later you'd finished up your makeup and gotten dressed. You walked down the fire escape and slipped out of the apartment building unbeknownst to your mother.
You still had a few minutes to spare before needing to call a taxi so you walked down the alley behind the building to where the dumpster gate was. You set your phone up on a wall and took a picture or two. Once the pictures were done you saw the time, grabbed your bag off the ground, and ran back out onto the busy sidewalk to hail a cab.
Once inside you where able to post the picture.
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