Chapter 2

          I wake up the next morning. It's quiet. To quiet. I go downstairs, still wearing the clothes from the day before. I look in the kitchen. There are beer bottles, wine bottles and glasses everywhere. I can't even imagine why my parents would come home last night and leave the house like this. I try to think of where they could have gone.

         Neglect. The word comes into my mind, just like it has everyday since I was about five years old. My parents automatically thought that I could do everything on my own as soon as my fifth birthday came along. I've been basically on my own since then.

         I head back upstairs to my room to change for school. I strip out of my clothes that I slept in from the day before. I step into my worn out blue jeans that I got with my own money from a thrift store in town. I pull my solid blue tee-shirt over my head and pull my long, brown hair out of my shirt. I slip my sneakers on that I've had since two years ago. My toes got crunched up where my shoe ended because they were obviously to small. In the past I have complained to my parents about getting me new shoes, but I stopped last year when I finally realized all they cared about was getting drunk and going out to bars and acting stupid in front of their also drunk "friends." 

          I go back downstairs and try to find something to satisfy my grumbling stomach at least until lunch time. I look in the  cupboard and find a have eaten donut in the opened box, another bear bottle with just a little bit of beer left inside of it, and I few pieces of lucky charm cereal. I don't dare eat the donut, afraid of how old it was. Instead I just drank some water out of the faucet in the sink. I wiped my mouth with a paper towel and went into the living room to get my back pack which contain my homework I hadn't done the night before despite of the phone call from my lying boy friend. I swung it around my shoulder and headed out the door into the gloomy day that was waiting for me ahead. 

                  

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[Emily?]

Courtney, I love how you write! I don't know what it is, but every time I read your chapters it just makes me want to read more. And that is exactly what a good writer should have! So hurry up and start writing more man!