DISCLAIMER: if I say hurtful words I'm sorry but I will use words like faggot I just wanted to apologize in advance also I am not pointing this towards anyone
How weird when your parents want a divorce and then your mom dies the other parent feels bad. I live with my dad a drunk old man who can sometimes get abusive. My mom died when I was 8 leading my dad to become a drunk to hide depression (may I say I think he just likes the booze) . I was given the name Elizabeth at birth meaning I was supposed perfect but I'm far from it people call my Liz or Liza.
I have chocolate drown eyes and prunish colored hair in a pixie cut because if it grows to long my dad with think I'm someone who loves boys. My lightly freckled face isn't that ugly but he makes me think bad thought . When my dad is drunk he will say to me after school " hey Liz , how was your day did you kiss Becks."
Becks is the best person someone could have as a friend he has a beautiful sandy hair with bright blue eyes. We've been friend Since I was 2 are parents met at by a divorce layer. Strangely enough my dad think Becks and I have a special bond but if he means going to the mall after school to by comic books then sure are bond is pretty tight.
Most people in school make fun of me because of where I live. I live in a small house just beyond a hill the house is broken down because my dad is on a low income job and doesn't get paid enough to fix it up the inside is trash too. People also make fun of me because They think I'm gay but I'm not. One time they wrote "faggot" on my locker and the principal just laughed at it.
My last moments of my mom are basically trash because when she died she said nothing to me she just had a really bad cancer attack thing and closed her eyes. Doctors say they have never seen that happen before.
I'm very little compared to people in my grade they are at lest 2x taller than me.
*Flash back to moms death*
"Mom are you okay, you look ill."
*mom starts to heavily breath*
"Mom"
"Honey, are you okay " said a store clerk
" no something is wrong with my mom call the police" I replied in a snarky attitude.
And that was the end of it no more mom no more good cookies and no more mom hugs no more smiles. Grades dropped from an A+ to C- I don't think my teacher cared that much though because u was 8.
DO U GUYS LIKE THE BOOK SO FAR AND SHOULD I KEEP GOING WITHIT LET ME KNOW ASLO I HATE GRAMMAR DON'T CORRECT ME
