I woke up bright and early on a Monday and was dreading going into 8th grade. I had heard horror stories about the teachers. But, little did I know that my own horror story was about to unfold.
I sat in my bed, waiting for my clock to hit 6:30 AM so I could go and take my shower and get ready. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot and ran outside to see what had happened. It was nothing to my concern, so I ran back inside, started my shower and got ready. I put on my black shirt, my black jeans, and my black boots. My mum didn't care that I loved the color black. So, eh, I was me.
My mum and I went to school and I got there at 7:30. I sat there, on the bench, just drawing. I never had any friends in my school. I was a loner. Always was.
The bell rung and we all went inside. School ended with a nice game called, "Pick on Lena." >.> I hated that game but everyone always loved it. I walked home, and on the lawn, I found a bag, with all of my stuff in it. I shrugged, and I opened the door, my mum yelled at me and kicked me out and told me to take that bag on the lawn with me. So, I slapped her and ran out, grabbed my bag and ran away.
After that, I never went back to that house. I was afraid to and I hated my mum. A few weeks later, I went to school and saw my sister, she gave me $400 and said to get a job and use the money I earned to go through high school and college and to get a car and a driver's license on my own. I hugged my sister. I always loved her. She was a great sister to me.
My own great horror story was about to begin and I hadn't realized it yet.
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