Life isn't easy in the south side of Chicago, but Maxine Taylor wouldn't have it any other way. Throw in some drama with a lifelong friend and things are bound to get interesting. *Shameless fanfiction*
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Hey, I'm Maxine Taylor... But don't actually call me that, everyone knows me as just Max. Maxine is so fancy, and that just really isn't me.
Being a 17 year-old (ok maybe not quite 17, but almost) in the South Side of Chicago really does not have it's perks, especially when you have to spend it couch surfing most of the time.
My parents split when I was 12; soon after that my dad moved to New York City and eventually remarried. My mom however didn't prosper from the divorce whatsoever. She plummeted downhill into severe prescription drug abuse, never being able to get out of that she eventually overdosed. Leaving 15 year-old me to find her passed out and basically half dead outside of our old apartment building in the middle of winter. Since then she has been at an intensive rehab centre out in California, and I have not seen or heard from her. I've been told by her doctors that due to the overdose incident, her brain never fully recovered and she lost most of her memory, including those of me and her split from my dad.
Since that happened a year ago my dad has been trying to get me to move to New York with him, however I haven't been able to push myself and leave this place yet. Although it is the bad end of town, my whole life is here and always has been. It's not that I resent my dad or anything, we have an ok relationship actually; it's just that even with everything that happened here I am still unable to leave my home.
A month after mom went to rehab, her estranged, drug addict, prostitute sister moved into the apartment to "take care of me." What bullshit that is. My aunt and I had never been very close, so when she moved in I was just a nuisance and got in the way when she brought men back to do her "job." After being harassed by the many creeps she brought home, I decided I no longer wanted to stay there. My dad doesn't know this though, for he keeps sending me cheques to help pay the bills each month. However that's not how I spend the money he's sent. Instead I've opened up another bank account where all the cheques from the last year have been cashed and now sit until I need them for college; if the scholarships I apply for don't work out that is.
I stay at the apartment maybe once a week if I know for a fact that my aunt won't be there. Other than that I'm usually on Veronica and Kev's, or the Gallagher family's couch. I also work about a solid 15 hours a week at a coffee shop a couple of blocks away, so although it's not much money I can still give a good chunk of it to Fiona or V and Kev for letting me stay with them, and to help them out a bit.
Other than that there isn't much else to say. I'm hoping to graduate high school a year early, with my grades so far and so-called above average academic ability, I may just be able to do so. I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens.
