The Bad Girl With A Past

The Bad Girl With A Past

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., oct. 29, 2012
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Mommy kind of walked in. She was walking kind of how I walked after I went on those spinny things in the playground. I wonder if thats where she went to have fun, to the playground. Her pretty blonde hair was really messy, it was hanging and covering her eyes which were kind of red. Why were they red? She took another step and slammed the door shut behind her. I shook, mommy sometimes acts like two different people. She can be nice mommy and she can be mean mommy, right now she was acting like mean mommy. Recently mean mommy has been around a lot. Sometimes mean mommy comes home and her breath smells really bad and she yells at me a lot. I watched her, scared as mommy tried to set down the bottle she was holding. ~~~ With memories of my mother's abuse from when I was four it's no wonder I'm so messed up. Come see me now, I'm sixteen. I don't listen to anyone, not even my foster parents. I play with boys like a baby plays with a pacifier. I'm that girl your parents tell you to get away from, no one really knows me because I don't let anyone in. I'll never fall in love, mainly because no one will love me. After all, if my mother couldn't love me, why would they?
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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