Mrs.Nobody

Mrs.Nobody

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Hello. My name is- Um...that's not important. I am 16 years old and i had just move to my new home. I hate it! all of it! i want to go back to where I'm from! My real home! I'm from New York. I know what your thinking 'oh a city girl!'. Well actually, i'm not. I usually sit in my room and draw, i'm pretty good. I love the sound of cars and being inside, Being able to come home from school. I never had a lot of friends. I guess that's why my dad sent me to live with my mom in Cali. I never knew my mom really, when i was younger i lived with both my parents..and little brother. After-um..the accident, my parents began fighting a lot. It was only me then. Then they got divorced and my dad got me. My mom began drinking and doing all kinds of drugs. Sleeping around. She said she got better, and she wanted to see me. My dad told her that he would let me move over there if i wanted to. Well...i didn't! He made me do it! He didn't want me anymore. I accepted it. So i moved to Cali.
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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