She came home drunk. Again. She being my mother and again...well let's just say she drinks a lot. Like a lot a lot. This is like a daily routine for me, so when she stumbles into the house I sigh and help her.
"Do you want some water, mom?" I ask as I help her to the couch in the living room.
My mom snatches her arm away from my grasps, plops down on the couch, grabs a cigarette and lights it. She looks at me and wrinkles her eyebrows in confusion.
"Who are you?" She asks.
I roll my eyes and go to my room, cursing her under my breath.
I guess I should introduce myself. Hi, my name is Magdalena Cardenas. I'm 16 years old and I live in Santa Monica, California with my mom. My parents were already divorced before I was born and I have lived with my mother ever since. I think my dad lives somewhere in Texas but I'm not sure. Whenever I try to bring the subject up about my dad to my mom, she always cuts me off and goes on and on about how she hates him and I was a mistake. Yep, my mom is a swell person alright. But it doesn't matter, because as soon as I graduate from high school I'm moving out of this hell hole. I'm going across the country, maybe even the world to go to art school. Oh, that's another thing about me. I'm very artistic and I love to draw. I'm pretty good at it if I do say so myself.
But for now I guess I should get my homework done, I have school tomorrow.
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