It was Monday morning and I woke up late like always. I finally got out of bed and put on my jacket on that was on the floor from the previous night. My jacket looks to be about one hundred years old but it is really old I got it when I was five and I am now fifteen to my surprise it still fits barley. U get most of my clothes by myself and buy them with my money, since my Mom really doesn't care either way. It sucks because the only way I can get any money is to babysit or tutor. Honestly there not bad jobs but it's not very fun.I continued walking into the living room since it's the only way to get into the kitchen. I almost tripped over my Mom who was passed out drunk on the floor. I'm not sure why I didn't see it coming though. I have no iea how anyone could sleep on that floor it was so scuzzy I can't believe I actually walk on it.My so called mom has brown hair that would be beautiful if she ever washed it and brushed it. She was always drunk so she didn't care to much about her appearance. I looked around the living and it looked so disgusting I could not bare it. It looked so old and gross but th house was new and clean when we got the house. It had glass all over the floor and vomit. Trash was pilling up on the floors and plants and other various dishes. It seems as if my Mom lives to make my life a living hell but I try to make the best of it, and it's really hard I might add. Her classmates back in grade school would call her "Mean Marry" since her name is Marry and she was the bully over anyone she could think of. Of course her real name is Marry but she hates it and I can guess why. She loves to go by Zina for some reason I will never understand. My Mom dropped out of high school because she would rather do drugs or something like that and since her parents were rich she thought she'd just live there forever. I love my Grandmother. She is the one who buys us food and helps me whenever my Mom is gone for well days. I realized I had just been standing there thinking so I decided to get my butt in gear and go into the kitchen to see if we had anything to eat that wasn't illegal. I opened the fridge eagerly and frown when I saw what it contained. Beer, drugs, and meds. This is no shock I don't get ot eat very much just barley enough to keep me alive. My stomach growled and I saw the time, 7:30. School starts at 7:45. Crap! I yelled as I ran into my bedroom to get dressed. I hurriedly put on my old black skinny jeans and a dirty green shirt that I could find at last minute. The green was a hideous color and looked really dirty but there was no time to worry about that. I ran out the door and completely forgot about my backpack but it wasn't my biggest concern at the moment. I was still running when I suddenly tripped over a large rock I didn't notice while I was running. It skinned my left leg and right elbow pretty good but I got up and kept on running. But sure enough something else went wrong, it was him the school bully. His name was Jake, he had red hair that matched his eyes that made him look as if he was always anger but he was so it made scene. He scolded at me. "What do you want" I growled. "so it's going to be like that." He barked back. I knew Right then and there that he was going to hurt me, he isn't afraid to hit a girl. Unfortunately Amanda , my ex-best friend had to learn that the hard way. Before I could blink I was on the floor clutching my stomach in pain. When I wasn't paying attention Jake had punched me in the stomach and kicked me in the side then he walked away like nothing happened. I got up but only fell over in pain still clutching my stomach. I knew I should of went back to bed this morning and it's only 7:37. I attempted to stand once again but after standing for all of thirty seconds I got dizzy and about passed out. All I could do for the next hour or so is lay there motionless. After I was laying there for an hour I could stand but had slight trouble walking. I decided to go home, but I regret that now.
