I've Got Issues

The Stolen Car

"Maybe you can change your hair
color, Sadie .This doesn't suit you. Swich back to red."Josie said .

"You should get bald. Hair of any color doesn't suit you."I replied.

"You can't talk to your mother that way."Father yelled.

"I can do whatever I want to do!Tell her to mind her own damn business."

"She is not my Mother. She never was she never will be."

Josie came in my life when I was 8. She spits honey but only I could tell how she really was.

I didn't like her. Not because she replaced my mother but because she tried every single way to throw me into a boarding school and make me look like a brat in front of Father.

She wasn't successful in doing so,even tho I gave her 1000 opportunities. Maybe it was because my Father loved me or he just pittied me.

After all I was just a poor girl without a Mother . She left me when I was 6. Never even tried to contact me.

Even though I hated that Josie , I was kinda jealous of Thomas, my step brother. At least he had a mother . Mine was like dead to me.

Josie acted like Mother Teresa but I could tell she hated kids by the look on her face when the kid next door would play in the backyard and his ball would come to our backyard.

She just loved her son because he was her blood.

She was a bitch. She didn't even love my father. She was just with him for the money.

My father thought that she loved him which clearly made him blind.

Just saying honey , sweetie , cutie and I love you , didn't mean she loved him.

In that case I would be a heartless person since the words that come out of my mouth are 'dumbass ' and 'stupid'.

I wish the world could see how she really was.

"Let her go sweetie. She must be having a bad day.I understand what she's going through, its puberty ."

Here she goes again. Making me look like a little bitch who disrespected elders was her hobby.

I couldn't take it anymore.I had better ways to take out my anger but they were not going to work with her.
I couldn't hit her.

I went into her room grabbed every single shade of lipstick she had and I divided each lipstick into pieces.

I don't think about the things that can happen after the actions I take in rage.

"I don't know why my Father married her. She looks like a 60 year old woman without makeup."I thought.

"Shit! I exclaimed when I saw her reflection in the mirror. This whole time she was standing right behind me.

I froze.

"I think I need new makeup."
"Lets go shopping ."She said.

Why was she pretending like tiny pieces of her 200 dollar lipsticks were not lying on her dressing table?

"She's definitely up to something big.I gotta be careful."I thought.

"I have to stay late at school for soccer practice."I said.

"Maybe some other.."She muttered

"Gotta go! Tom's here."I said when I heard his car honking.

I grabbed an apple . Didn't have time and I wasn't up for some food either.