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Its All too Real

April 14, 2014
By maddie_paige BRONZE, Faribault, Minnesota
maddie_paige BRONZE, Faribault, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Sometimes the hardest thing to wear is your own skin.<br /> -Jayy Von Monroe


It’s all too real

She’s gone now. What am I going to do? She was the one who cared for me most, and now I have nobody. Why are people so cruel? She did nothing and now she’s gone forever. Her funeral is on Wednesday, three days from now. Where will I go after all of this? I’m only fifteen years old, I can’t take care of myself. I don’t have any relatives I could live with. My father died when I was just a baby. Nobody knows where my mother went, she left me at the hospital the night I was born; she just ran out.

The day of the funeral it was raining. It was strange; it didn’t start to rain until I stepped outside. I knew something bad was going to happen today, but I didn’t know what. It’s already terrible, I didn’t want to see Grandma Mae my most favorite person in the world buried six feet in the ground, for the rest of eternity. There are only a few people who showed up at the funeral. I noticed tall thin lady with choppy blonde hair, standing about thirty feet away from us. Afterwards, she approached me and said,

“James, I’m your mother. My name is Bethany.”

“Why’d you leave?” I asked her.

“I didn’t want you.” she replied in a cold voice.
“Then why did you come back?”
“The state told me if you live with me they’ll pay me $200 a week.”
“You’re using me for money?”
“Yes, now let’s go.”
She pulls on my arm and drags me to her car, and then she pushes me into the backseat. There is no seat belt, just a torn up old leather seat.

We drive for about two hours, and then we enter a town named Debonair, population of 322. We pull into a driveway of an old gothic style house, it looks like it has three to four floors, and it looks huge. The house is a dark purple color and has dead vines climbing up the sides. It gives off a creepy vibe. We get out of the car and walk up to the large front door. I can’t believe that she lives in this huge house all by herself. She opens the door and the first thing I see is a dusty old chandelier, barely hanging from the ceiling. The inside of the house is filthy; it looks as if nobody has cleaned it in years. I’m disgusted. How could somebody live in such conditions? This house should be condemned.

“Mom, where do I sleep?” I asked shyly.
“You sleep in the tower. Don’t call me mom; you may call me ma’am or Miss Bethany. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am. When will dinner be?”
“You don’t get dinner. You must go straight to bed, you start school tomorrow.”
“Okay, Goodnight.”
I ran up three flights of stairs, and then I approach a door. I open it and walk up a couple more stairs. I see a small bed with one pillow and a blanket. Next to the bed there is a small circular window. There’s also single dresser in the corner that I fill with my clothes. I lay down and fall asleep looking out the window.

The next morning I wake up to Bethany yelling up the stairs. She tells me that I have an hour to get ready. I get out of bed and walk over to the dresser, and I pull out my favorite pair of grey skinny jeans and a black tee shirt. I put them on quickly and run down the stairs. I brush my hair and teeth, and then I find Bethany. She’s in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. She tells me that I have to walk to school; its six miles away and I have twenty minutes to get there. After she tells me how to get there I sprint out the door. When I finally arrive, I’m out of breath and ten minutes late. I walk into the front office and tell the secretary that I’m new and my name is James O’Brien. She finds my schedule and gives me a map of the school. The school is really small, so I find my classes easily. Everyone here seem really nice, Ay my old school I was bullied and picked on constantly. When the final bell rings, I walk out the front door and see a girl, she’s about 5’3”, she has long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She walked over to me and whispers in my ear.

“I can take all your pain away.”

Next thing I know I wake up, I’m in my old bed. I quickly walk down the stairs and I see grandma. I run over to her and hug her tightly. I tell her to never leave me. She replies,

“I’ll never leave you; I’ll always be in your heart.”



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