Personal Narrative: The Living Room

I covered the comforter over my head to try to block out the loud music coming from the living room. I wasn’t tired but mommy told me to stay in my room so sleep seemed like my only option. Brittney tossed and turned in the bunk above me and Michelle snored in the bottom bunk bed on the opposite side of the room. Rayvaun got up and went into the living room. Told us to stay in the room but he gets away with everything because he is the only boy. We are the same age but that doesn’t count for anything. Even though I couldn’t leave the room he left the door open wide enough for me to listen in on what was going on.

I hear a couple of voices in the living room. A few of them sound masculine but most of the voices were feminine. I heard to apartment door slam shut and heard more voices. A young woman ran to the bathroom next to my room and I heard her vomiting into the toilet. I got out of the bed and tip toed to look outside the door and I saw a young woman vomiting in the toilet. I instantly got nauseous and held my breath. She was a very small blonde girl with pail hair and torn clothing. I

Once he told me this I knew mommy had officially lost her mind. After her divorce she made a lot of bad decisions but this on topped them all. How could she leave pimps in the house to babysit us? They were nice and all but logically it didn’t make sense to me. Things cooled off that night so Rayvaun told us to just try to get some sleep and we will talk to mommy in the morning. The next morning I walked into the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal and the kitchen was disgusting. Dirt dishes filled the sink and food was all over the counter. Disgusted I walked into mommy’s room and she was sleep with her friend Erica and the two pimps laid out on the best. I was uncomfortable so I just walked back to my room. The girls were still in the living room laid out on the couch and