its hard to raise a child when your a child

its hard to raise a child when your a child

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"Miya come down here please!" my mom yelled for the 100th time I finally got up to see what she wanted..when I got downstairs,my principal was sitting at my kitchen table. "what is she doing here?" I asked my mom while giving my principal a dirty look "she come to talk about your behavior" my mom said pointing to an open chair as if saying 'sit' After I took a seat my principal started talking "So, Miya over the last month..you have cursed out two teachers.. threatened 1 student..fought 3 girls..and you have been to my office 15 times..now I think that..that is not good at all" this went on for about an hour and finally he left I got up to leave but my mom stopped me... "where do you think you are going" she asked with her hands on her hips "to my room" I said sarcastically "we are not done" she yelled "yes we are" I yelled back I ran up to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and also brush my hair,I changed into a belly top and skinny jeans with some uggs and I left
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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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