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I just re read this story and OH MY GOD???? WHY DID YALL READ THIS ? WHY DID I WRITE THIS 😭??"Last day of school!!!" My mother said while she woke me and my brother up , I rolled my eyes , some kids get excited for the last day , but it still requires me going the the prison I call education, it's a preppy school , the only way I manage to survive is if I act like I'm better than everyone ,
I walked in and went to home room , I saw my friend there , I secretly fucking hated her , but last day I ever have to see that whore I smiled at her "Betty aren't you like moving" I nodded "doesent that mean I never have to see you again" "yes! Thankfully" I said , I was done with it at this point "oh what a shame , I did only talk to you because your brothers a weirdly popular fag and your cheer leading captian " I slapped her , "talk about my brother again and I swear to god I will rip up your glued on goodwill pearls and drag you tell your liking satans balls" she rolled her eyes ,
The whole day was boring , the school was annoying with there preppy uniform , I'm glad I'm moving , as of right now I live in Hollywood ,
I have the reputation of bieng like a popular bitch , I am cheer captian I am also student body president and at the top of my class , surprising right
That's not the point , it was after school I was looking for my brother , I found him "let's go" he nodded before we walked out "say goodbye to this shit school because after this I see a 14 hour plane ride and lots of complaining" he nodded he then proceeded to flick off the school "that was accessive" I said , "and necessary" we drove home and I went to my room , I've had all my bags packed for days , but I was leaving tomorrow night because moving vans are coming tomorrow , I sat Down and looked at the picture of me and my sister and dad , they died when I was little , I forgot to mention that I guess , my dad was gonna kill himself , something got into him , I knew he loved me and my siblings , but he had demons and they took him , I'd like to say they drove off that cliff but I wouldn't be honest to myself , my mom could only throw me and my brother out the car before it flew off a cliff , he managed to get out , my sister was in the car , we were 7 and she didn't have time to take off her seatbelt , my mom was paralyzed from the waist down for 4 years and me and my brother had injuries from bieng flung out a car at full speed , the thought of sieng your car in a ditch and your sister and dad bieng in it tends to repeat in your head for a long time , but that was when I lived in green dale , I moved about a year after it all happend when my mom was out of rehab and me and my brother were in foster care temporarily for like a year , the homes weren't fun it was lots of abuse but I had it alright ,
I went to my living room and saw my mom , she's kinda crazy , she's been in and out of rehab and I think she does drugs sometimes , it's a really bad way of coping but I think it makes her happy .
"Hi mom" "hi darling , can you pass me that bottle" I nodded and handed it to her "anyways I wanna dye my hair black" "that's cool go for it" I nodded "thanks" I said I biked to the store I picked a random dye , when I got home I went inside and changed my clothes before I dyed my hair , it took only like 30 , minutes and I felt , and looked like a new person when I moved I planned on acting the way I wanted , regardless of the type of people they were , I wanted to be , me I don't know I feel like my life's been me acting like a whole other person , I wanted to be me , i didn't hate my whole existence, it was alright .
It's the next night , I said bye to my house and left for the airport , I then proceeded to board a 5 hour plane ride , it sucked overall , I slept for most of it.