My life, and Everyone's around Me's, always revolves Around my Mother. She is a raging Alcoholic, and A junkie. Since I was 7 years old, She has been set in a stage of depression. My father left, and took my Younger brother with him. He told me he'd Never leave me. He lied. I still have my friends, or what's left of them. Most people think I'm weird. I never have sleepovers. I have grotty clothes. My mother gets caught selling Dope on street corners. The only person in the entire world I can trust, is Marie. She has been my best friend since Pre-School, always been at my side, Since that day she got pushed over because of her stutter. You'd never think the 5 year old Marie, and The 15 Year old Marie we're the same person. 15 Year old Marie is the toughest person I've ever met, she has multiple Piercings, a Black Belt in Kick-boxing, and A Skull tattoo on her Neck. She is still the sweetest person I've ever met. What does that say about my life? Continue?
It's the first day back at school, after I've had a "Holiday" Aka, Staying at my Grandma's. You see, Not many people know that My Ma is a mess. Whenever she is at hospital, or Sick, I go to stay at Grandma Roslyn's house. She lives In the middle of London, Right next to Hyde Park. Yeah, She's loaded. Her house is immaculately clean, and Emotionless. If she sees just a smudge on her Marble floor, She will scrub at it like there's no tomorrow. That's one of the reasons I don't just say there. The other reason is that she is a Bitch. When she found out my mother was pregnant, she kicked her out. She wasn't going to let her 15 Year old daughter waste her life looking after A Child. Her hopes when she did this was that my mum would have an Abortion. She didn't. Lucky Me, I guess. Continue? If that doesn't work, FML
This time, I stayed there because my mum took an Overdose of her Anti-Depression Tablets. The second time this year. It was "lucky" I found her when I did. She was in a critical condition, and if I hadn't of had my Mobile on me, She would be dead now. It took 2 weeks for her to recover enough to "Look After" me, and that's how long I'd been away from school for. Of course, I didn't expect there to be any difference. I frequently went on "holiday" and there was never anything wrong. Or better. But this time there was a huge difference. Sat in MY seat, sat the sluttiest girl I'd ever seen. Continue?