Ana

Chapter-1

Ana.ggh

Ana...Ana Harris that is my full name. 17 on the urge of not graduating due to my "lovely" lifestyle. With my mother AnMarie being on heroin it is basically up to me to take care of my house hold.

I have an six years old sister named Miracle. She was given that name due to her almost not making it into this "lovely" world. With all the drugs my mother have in her system I'm surprised she did make it, but blessed she's here today. I love my baby sister so much and I'll so anything for her.

Living in Detroit and going through what I have to go through isn't easy. But I will push and fight just to give my sister the best life that I can.

Ana.

"Mom where the hell is my other black shoe!" I yelled through the house trying to find my shoe in this small ass room. Me and my six year old sister share a room. Well we basically have no choice. Living in this small ass apartment with only one bed room and my mom sleeping in the living room.

"What black shoe"? My mom said coming to my room door. Oh the woman is up this morning but its only a matter of time before she needs her fix, which is her drug. My worst enemy... heroin.

"My boots the ones I saw you in yesterday".

"Sweetheart I put them back in your room... Oh my gosh here it is look". My mom picked up my shoe from under the dresser I don't know why I didn't look there. Stupid me.

"Ugh... Thanks. I have to go or else I'm going to be late". I had already walked my sister to school on this Monday morning. Her school starts at 8, my starts at 9. So I have to get her up at 6:30 and get her ready, and be out the house at least by 7:45 her school is only around the corner. Mine is a little further down the street.

Miracle gets out at 2 and I get out of school at 3. I pick her up everyday from you can some what call an "hour babysitter" until I get out of school. Miracle "babysitter" has a play buddy there so she is okay for an hour. Lying to the "babysitter" knowing she would wonder why can't our mom pick her up. I lied and told her my mothers works.

My mom was always late picking Miracle up from school so that's when I had to step in and do something. Miracle school threaten to call CPS many of times and having my sister taken from me would of been the second worst thing that could of happened to me. The first due to my mom is on drugs.

My mom didn't get like this until my dad died I was around three so I don't really remember much. My mom tells me little by little about how we got to where we're at now. For me to be 17 I still don't know much. All I know is we lived in Fresno California moved to Detroit after my dad died to move closer to my mother addiction. Detroit had the "best" heroin ever from what I know.

Anyways... Being so young and not really remembering my family I don't know where to go or where to turn to. I just know I want all of this to be over and start living a normal teenage life. But... I don't know if that will happen any time soon.