I woke up in the strangest place. I wasn't sure if I was dead, or just hallucinating. I ran to my house, in hopes to see my dad. I wasn't really "hoping" to find him, and if I did, I was praying to myself that he would be sober. I know what would happen if he wasn't; hitting. I opened the screen door, but didn't see my father. I'm surprised because he was here when I left to go to the game with Austin.
Austin, oh Austin. Austin was my only friend at school. Well, until he ditched me to go to a dumb party with his high school friends. He was the reason that I left the game. Speaking of which, I don't seem to remember anything after leaving the game, mad. Why can't I remember anything?
Anyways, after I walked into the door, the house felt...different.
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I am what you would say "popular" at school with the girls. I guess you could also say I was a "mean girl", meaning I would pick on kids, and start drama, and for some reason I liked it. But once my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, I started to get depressed and tired everyday, sometimes wondering if it would be better if I didn't even wake up the next day. Then, all my friends turned on me. They kicked me out of their little "group" of theirs. They would start to be mean to me, and make cruel jokes about my mom having cancer. "Yo mama so dumb she gave herself breast cancer...oh wait...haha sorry Lorena totally forgot that your mom has cancer. Oh well, she's probably faking it to get money from people." they would always say to me.
I start to tear up and cry a little, but hold it back. Dad says tears are for the weak. If he saw me crying, another beating would sure be in it for me. I expected to see my dad on the couch, with a beer, watching football, or gambling with his friends and smoking weed. But, there is no smell of either of that in the house. Weird. Since there is no trace of my dad anywhere in the house, I decide to go up to Mom's secret room where she would sneak away when she wanted to be alone. Not to get away from dad, because Dad didn't drink or smoke weed when Mom was alive. Dad was fine before all of
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I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
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