Float

Introduction

At a young age I was different. Not different like "everyone's special!" or "everyone has special flaws!", different like, well, smarter. At the age of only two I was able to complete a sentence using pencil and paper. Now you probably are thinking, "Wow, your parents are just the best! Such a smart kid.", but I just say "1. I'm just short. I'm not a kid. And 2. My parents haven't always been there." When I was a kid, around age 5, my dad left. The classic "milk" situation if you know what I mean. My mom was always so depressed since dad left. She mostly works, and when she's not drinking she's tired. When she was sober she was an excellent mother, but if she wasn't it wasn't pretty. I'd walk around wearing dollar store foundation on my face and arms. My legs were saved in case I needed to walk to the kitchen to get her a beer. It was hard to leave since she was so sweet. If alcohol didn't exist I knew our lives could be different. I have no idea why dad left. Mom has never told me, but I know I hate him for it. Now you know about my terrific past, here's some things about me. I am 20 years old, and I still live at home. I didn't have the heart to leave, and someone needed to take care of her. I work at a coffee shop. It's a small business, but it has great coffee! I bring mom it to help her sober up, also I drink it so I have the energy to sober her up. It's one big circle. I'm sorta short about 5'3. I'm a brunette with longish hair. My fashion statement is black pants, converse, and a shirt with a hoodie over it. Obviously the attire. I never take off my one necklace. It reminds me of my grandfather. I miss him. He was so sweet. Anyways, back to me being "special" or whatever. There's many things my brain can do. I can draw like Van Gogh, write like Shakespeare, and, umm, move things with my mind. I probably can do more things if I tried, but I've had no time to. I'm to busy working, or taking care with mom. I figured out my little power about a month after dad left. My mom grabbed his belt. Belt in one hand, beer in the other and went at me like I wasn't a living thing. I got to the point where I was bleeding on the ground, so I put my hands up to defend myself, and the belt and beer went flying. She was so mad, but scared. I was so sore that night. Anyways, I had been working in the coffee shop for a while. Mom said, "No sense of going to school if you have more brain than anyone," so I never went. Although, I saved enough money to buy a phone. I taught myself, and now I'm smarter than the average. I started cleaning the shop, then upgraded to cleaning equipment, then upgraded to drive thru, then upgraded to cashier, and finally making the drinks. It was a long way to go. Mom works at the bank. She never drinks during duty, but as soon as she's off, she heads to the bar or fridge. Anyways, my life never was that interesting. Of course I had an advantage, because of my power, but I never really used it. My life was normal, well that's until recently. So let me start. Hi, my name is Paris Lynn. I'm 20 years old, living with my mom, taking care of her. I'm average other than my power I never use, and my abusive mom. That all changed, uhh, about a week ago. This is my story.