1. Back Story
"I want you out of this house now!" My bitchy mom yelled at me. I always felt that she never loved me. That she had always been praying for the day she could finally kick me out. Now I know this is true.
"Fine!" I yelled back from across the room. I was starting to get teary eyed. " I never liked living like this anyways!" My now old life (since I'm starting over) sucked like hell. Whenever I wasn't at school or at my favorite bar downtown, I was at my shitty home. My parents were always arguing. No, not arguing. Fucking screaming at each over the stupidest things. From the day I was born I seemed to know that my parents didn't like the idea of having to take care of a kid. I usually had to make my own meals and fend for myself. Due to this I formed into the bad ass chick in my school. I started wearing darker clothes, hurting people who messed with me, and I found a bar where I could release the tension and hatred I felt with my parents. It was my escape plan for whenever I needed it. Until now. One of our neighbors spotted me at the bar one night when my dad had thrown a lamp at my mom and I decided to leave. He then told my mom what he saw and when I got home my mother unleashed her fury. Now she has kicked me out and I have no place to go. I certainly was never going back to school since rumors who spread like wild fire if someone found out. I ran up the stairs to my room and threw the little that I had into duffel bags while crying rapidly. How am I going to do this?