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For Better or For Worse(Editing)

For Better or For Worse(Editing)

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© 2013 by smileyfacc. All Rights Reserved. "What you mean we moving?" I ask my mom, while looking back and forth from her to my dad, waiting for her to say she's joking but she as serious as a dog. "butttt.... why????" I whine. "Sweetie, your dad got switch over to work at the office in Florida." She says."Why can't daddy just move and we stay here." I say, rolling my eyes. I know I'm being a brat but I don't really give a fuck anymore. They trying to take me away from my friends, and my school. I've been living in Brooklyn for most of my life, and they expect me to just leave? Un-huh, not gone fly with me. "Sweethart, I know it's going to be tough," My dad begins, "But just like you got use to here, you'll get used to Flordia. It'll be a new beginning... for all of us." I roll my eyes and scoff. "Honey, just give it a chance, it'll be fun." My mom says smiling. Again I roll my eyes"Yea, it'll be like super fun!" I say mocking my mom. Her smile fades away, "That is not funny!" I scoff, "Whatever, I'm done talking to yall." I say getting up from the kitchen table and handing to my room.
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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