Carson
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1 year ago........
I usually would sit in my little old room. Dreaming about another life. A life with parents who cared. Who said they loved me everyday. Parents who fed me properly. Parents that helped me with homework the homework I don't understand.
But all I get is carly. Carly is my mom, I guess. She doesn't like me at all. And her boyfriend really doesn't like me. But it's okay because I don't like him either.
"Carson" I remember hearing my mom calling me."put some shoes on were going out" she says. I remember thinking why would we go out. I never went out on Saturday's. I only went out on Sunday's to go grocery shopping.
!!Flashback!!
I hurry down the stairs as fast as my 5 year old legs can go.
Mom and Tyler (mom's boyfriend) are standing at the door waiting for me impatiently.
Mom hands me my 1 year old sister, Willow, And Tyler pushes me outside the door.
I walk to the car door keeping my eyes down looking at my favorite blue worn out converse.
My old neighbor Katie gave them to me and I was so happy. But then she moved far far away unfortunately.
I climb into the car realizing my mom and Tyler are already in. I put Willow in the seat next to me and I put on her seatbelt. "Damn Carson can you move any slower. " mom says angrily after I buckle my seat belt. I keep my gaze on my converse still.
Blocking them out the whole ride as I stare at my converse which for some reason is keeping my gaze today. "Get out Carson and take that little devil with you" mom says. I look up and I see a big building that looks as if it will crumble into small pieces at any moment.
"Why" I ask looking at her.
" Do what your mom told you to do boy" Tyler says angrily. I sigh in defeat climbing out of the car and onto the sidewalk, with willow.
Mom throws out a bag with clothes in it and yells " Im free" as Tyler zooms out of the lot.
I go and grab the heavy bag full of our stuff and I walk to the front door trying balance Willow and the bag of clothes.
Looking up I place my finger on the doorbell and I push it slowly.
* Dinggg Donngg*
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General Fiction6 year old Carson is one smart little boy. A little boy who unfortunately was born to the wrong mother. A mother who didn't care. A mother who wasn't there. A mother who left him alone.
