Prologue

It sucks, I know.

   I sat on the cold tile counter, staring at the white walls across from me. I ran my fingers through my black hair before yawning and leaning against the wall. My mother sat on the couch, wondering what to do with me this time. Want to know what happened?
   I was expelled... Again. For fighting, this time. Last time it was because I stabbed a teacher. It's nothing new. I've been to 56 schools since I started high school, 72 since my father left. Do I act like this because my father left?
   No. I act like this because my mother's a drunk, drug addict. And a w***e. If someone asked me what I thought hell was like, I'd say living with my mother. Of course, I could never really call her my mother. Mothers are supposed to like their children, mine wants me dead.
   I rolled my eyes at that thought. My mother want me dead? Never, if I was dead, she wouldn't get money from my father. What happened to my father? He left me with my mother and took my sister, Natasha, with him. He promised to come back for me, but as you can see, he lied.
   Something crashed beside my head and I looked at my mother before looking at the glass pieces, a bored look on my face. Yep, she threw an empty beer bottle at me.
   "Why do you have to make my life miserable?!" She screamed at me and I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me."
   "No need to scream, b***h. I'm right here." I yawned and hopped off the counter, watching as she took a few steps toward me. "So, when are we moving?"
   "We're not. You are." My mother sneered, throwing the paper down on the table. "I'm f*****g tired of moving because your a*s can't stay in one school for more than a month!"
   "We tried that before mother. A sixteen year old can't get an apartment by herself." I cooed and watched as her face turned from red to blue. "Remember to breath mother. I'm not calling an ambulance if you pass out."
   I rolled my eyes as her tantrum started and grabbed a coke from the fridge, walking to my side of the small house. Yep, side. A one room cabin kind of thing. I gave my mother the room. Why? Because she has a man over every other day, and I kind of don't want to walk in on that.
   I heard another crash from the kitchen and sighed. I grabbed my cd player and threw my headphones on. 'Walk Away' by Kelly Clarkson blared through the headphones before they were ripped off my head.
   "You're going to live with Kathy."

Author's Note

Any spelling mistakes? I can't download the spellchecker because my mom said no more downloading things, cause she sucks like that :P

Reviews

[Shelly Araujo]

Natalie, it's doesn't suck at all; I think it's great. Real and intense. I look forward to the next chapter. I am just now at this late stage in my life finding out the healing powers of writing. It's turned into a very healthy way for me to express emotions that I have buried since I was a kid. Emotions that come out in one way or another. After all these years, I am finally "healthy" enough to write what I feel and not care at all if it's good or anyone likes it. It's nice when they do, but I'm ok with it if nobody does. Shelly

[**Cullenified77]

omg it doesnt suck, infact its a great start!
i love the fact how shes so laid back about everything, kinda makes me wanna be like that
oh yeah and there was only one spelling mistake:
"Yep, she through an empty beer bottle at me."
'through' shud be threw :)
cant wait to read the rest!