The neighbors daughter

After my parents got divorced when I was five, I was planned to live with my mother in Sydney, Australia. When I turned ten, I was planned to live with my father in New York, USA for five years. Living with my father was exactly what I imagined hell being like. He had brought a different girl-or multiple-home each night. You could hear the moans from his down stairs room while I tried to sleep in my upstairs room. He was never home, always drunk, never cared when I became anorexic, or began to cut myself. He didn't even care when I almost died and had to stay in the hospital. I always dyed my hair wild colors just to catch his attention, but it never worked. At the moment, my hair was bright orange and red, styled into a scene look. I had on dark, heavy eyeshadow, making me look older and quiet scary. I am definitely excited to dye it a dark brown again, because all these bright colors hurt my eyes. My mom was worried about my mental state after spending five years with my dad, but I was fine. I am currently recovering from my anorexia, occasional cutting. Mom plans on taking me to a professional to get me help. She didn't know why I started to cut and make myself vomit up my food to the point of near death. Before I left Sydney, I told my best friend, Luke, to forget about me. To forget our friendship. We were best friends. Inseparable. We would always stay at each other's houses and play together, cuddle in each other's arms while watching Dora The Explorer. Nothing, not even the world ending, could separate us. But I opened my big mouth. I ruined everything, and now he probably hates me for it.

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1. coming home

I was just getting home from the airport. After my parents got divorced when I was five, I was planned to live with my mother in Sydney, Australia. When I turned ten, I was planned to live with my father in New York, USA for five years.

Living with my father was exactly what I imagined hell being like. He had brought a different girl-or multiple-home each night. You could hear the moans from his down stairs room while I tried to sleep in my upstairs room. He was never home, always drunk, never cared when I became anorexic, or began to cut myself. He didn't even care when I almost died and had to stay in the hospital. I always dyed my hair wild colors just to catch his attention, but it never worked. At the moment, my hair was bright orange and red, styled into a scene look. I had on dark, heavy eyeshadow, making me look older and quiet scary. I am definitely excited to dye it a dark brown again, because all these bright colors hurt my eyes.

My mom was worried about my mental state after spending five years with my dad, but I was fine. I am currently recovering from my anorexia, occasional cutting. Mom plans on taking me to a professional to get me help. She didn't know why I started to cut and make myself vomit up my food to the point of near death.

Before I left Sydney, I told my best friend, Luke, to forget about me. To forget our friendship. We were best friends. Inseparable. We would always stay at each other's houses and play together, cuddle in each other's arms while watching Dora The Explorer. Nothing, not even the world ending, could separate us.

But I opened my big mouth. I ruined everything, and now he probably hates me for it.

I got out of the car and grabbed some of my luggage while my mother took some as well. "Mom, that's not necessary." I said.

"Nonsense." She laughed. I let out an exasperated sigh as I walked through the door.

"Tired, hun?" She asked.

"Naw, I slept enough on the flight here." I laugh.

"Good, because I'm having a dinner party for your return. The Hemmings will be coming over, and Luke might bring some friends for you to meet." Mom said.

"Oh, my frick, mom, that's not necessary!" I exclaim.

"Oh, for heavens sake, Becca!" Mom laughs. I shook my head, laughing and rolling my eyes.

"When does it start?" I sigh.

She bit her lip anxiously. "In an hour." She said nervously. I nodded.

"Well, I'm going to take a quick shower- wait! Can we go to the drug store down the street and get some hair dye? I don't want them seeing me this way." I said, my cheeks pinking. Mom laughed and nodded.

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