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Waking up is just something I don't want to do. When I'm asleep, it's like nothing can happen to me, like there's nothing more my mother can do to hurt me. Maybe its because sleep is so similar to death. My mother, Vivian Jones, was a great mother; nurturing, understanding, comforting. She was great. Then she caught my father cheating on her, the sight she'd never forget. An argument broke out and my mother kicked my dad out of the house and two days later divorced him. I had no say in it, I didn't have a chance to speak my mind about it with my mother or in court. Custody was given to my mom because my dad couldn't support me, let alone himself. After a week my mother got an addiction to alcohol and became violent. Yet in every can of beer or cup of whine or whatever she drank, she would remember how much my father loved me.
She began to think that he loved me more
My mom didn't give my blindness much thought since she assumed it was part of my life, she didn't even bother to call the hospital. And every night, I had nightmares about that night when she did that to me. The images are still in my mind, just waiting to torment me. I was 12 at the time, that happened 5 years ago. I'm 17 now and I go to Riverview High, the only high school my mother can afford since her business career doesn't pay her much because her boss didn't treat her right.<br />Today, I'd walk to school, hanging my head since my eyes were no longer needed to tell me where I'm going. I relied on sound, memory and sometimes smell to find my way around. As I walked down the streets I always listened for the cab drivers cursing at the car ahead of them, I'd listen for the store shoppers who would ring a bell on their way into the store and I'd strain my ear to hear the children's laughter as they played along the streets. All the time counting my steps and discretely smelling for the flowers that surrounded my school.
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"Crud, I forgot my Ipod. Stay here, I will be right back." Then I heard her run off. From the tone of her voice, I'd say she's up to something. After a couple of minutes, Jennifer and her small gang came over. They giggled as they messed with my shirt, insulting that I had no sense of style or taste. They mocked everything about me, from my race to the color of my shoes.<br />"Ohmygod. Didn't you even look in the mirror when you did your hair?" Jennifer said as I dropped my back pack and backed up, folding my arms insecurely because she had gotten too close for my comfort. Close enough to where I could feel her breath bouncing off my face.
She just poked and prodded me some more, this time mocking my blindess more
"Oh, your trying to leave?" Jennifer asked sarcasticly as she blocked my way, I bumped into her and backed up again. I hung my head.<br />"The least you can do is give her space." Someone said, in a slightly defensive tone, I didn't recognize the voice, all I could tell was; it was a guys voice, but it shocked me because nobody steps in if Jennifer has her victim cornered with her words.<br />"You must be the new kid, your kinda cute." Jennifer giggled. The guy she said that too only groaned lowly.<br />"Oh, you think we're being mean don't you? We're just messing with her, she's one of our best friends. Right Azy?" Jennifer once again tried to get out of it by saying that and wrapping an arm around my neck and shoulder, slightly choking me.
I hated the
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"What was that about?" Kyle exclaimed in a demanding voice, I could tell he was
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Nobody offers to walk me home, unless its Katrina. But, if my mom saw me with any type of boy, she'd flip.<br />"Thank you but, I can't. Talk to you tomorrow." I said then hurried off, I heard a faint 'Okay, bye' as I left. As I walked my usual path home I could hear almost everything that went on in the apartments I passed, from a man argueing with his wife about bills to a family at dinner time saying a prayer, I remember how my dad would say prayers. Mom just wasn't the same after everything with Dad was signed, said and done.
When I finally got home, I walked up the stone walk-way and up the wooden stairs, I turned the door-knob, funny how she never actually uses its lock, and entered. The TV was on, she was watching the lottery. I quietly greeted my mother.<br />"Hi swee-tie," She hiccuped. Judging by the lack of food smell, my mother hadn't cooked anything at all. The only thing I did smell was her
"And the last number is 17-" I heard the person say.<br />"Aww-" Then the microwave beeped before she could slur
In the background of my house, and over the city, it was always foggy, some people say its the spirits of the
They were an Italian couple who lost their child in a car accident. Katrina was happy because her Father was Italian and her mother was from Vietnam. Every Tuesday, without fail, she buys flowers and puts them on her parents graves and, sort of, talks to them as she sat next to the Tombstones. I switched my attention to this Hemlock kid, why was he transferred? Even if its cheaper here, I wouldn't
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"I lied, I didn't want to get teased by Jennifer again," I explained as he stood up. I could tell, he was slightly taller
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She just doesn't really like white people, its not like she's trying to be racist its just my father was white, it kind of left a scar on her for 'his kind' as she would put it now. I lifted myself off of the floor and hurried into my room, she then locked the deadbolt so that I couldn't get out. I picked up a tiny teddy bear I had from when I was a kid and held it as I sobbed, wishing that some how, some way, I could leave this place. But, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't want to leave my friends.
~~Kyle's POV~~<br />They finally stopped argueing, and at a record of only an hour and thirty minutes. I thought to myself and
I'm not the romantic type, but I did find that sweet.<br />"Theres... still room for you if you want to come, Kyle?" I thought about it but, I would just be getting in their way. Plus, I needed to get good grades by the end of the year, its like the first day of spring so I have a while to catch up on my failed grades. And, I didn't want to arrive at the school only to be gone for a week, I didn't even tell my new friends goodbye.<br />"Nah, I have to get my grades. Besides, you two should spend some quality time together," I pointed out. With their jobs, a hug was rare.<br />"Like?" My step-mother, Celeste, was always trying to get me to be more, I don't know, romantic with things, but I just haven't really wanted too, I mean, I have interests in girls but I haven't found one that I actually like enough.
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"Maybe I shouldn't watch The Walking Dead before I sleep..." I
(P.s I'll try to post screenies later on.)
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