I'm serious when I
tell you I have no friends that I actually believe would
be there for me if I needed them.
One walked out me the first time I cut, but she said she would
always be there for me.
Another lives in another state and doesn't return my
texts.
And another was my ex-boyfriend.. he has to many friends to
be there for me anymore.. but he used be the only one who was
there for me & I was the only one who was ever there for
him.
I need a real friend..
There
was something wrong. I just knew it. and I was scared
shitless.
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I had to get out of school to go see my son. I was so
afraid. I raised my hand asking to go to the bathroom,
& of course I was allowed.
I raced out of the room, to my locker for my keys &
purse. Then as I was inches from running out the front
door to the parking lot. When the principle walked by
" Where are you going Nicolette?"
"Hello Principle Riley. I have an emergency with
Mark at the daycare. I need to leave. Now."
"You know you can't leave whenever you
want just because you have a baby Nicolette. Your
lucky we even let you stay here while you were pregnant
with somewhat special treatment, you can not just leave
now."
"But I have to. I have a weird feeling something is
wrong with Mark. And I think Danny is
involved..."
"Ohmygosh, You should
have just said that. Go. But I'm marking you down for
absent cause it is only fifth period."
"Thank you so much." I gave him a quick smile
& a handshake and ran to my car.
Off to the daycare center.
(sorry it's so short. i'll
write some more soon)
My name is Nicolette.
And my story starts here.
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Quiet sobs poured into the hallway from
my Mother's room as I walked down the
hallway from sneaking in. I had just came back from
AJ's party. My curfew was 1 am and it was
3:30 am. My mom didn't really care. It's not like
things could get any worse around here.
I was going to go in and ask my Mom what was wrong, but I
smelt of beer and vodka. So there was not any chance I
would be finding out why she was crying. I tiptoed
down the hall, careful not to wake Mark. But just to my
luck as I was opening my bedroom door it squeaked and
Mark's door quickly followed open to the squeak.
"Mommy ?" Mark whispered with that adorable 2
year old voice .
" Yes, sweety ? " ( I could not believe my baby
boy was 2 already. ) Then I remembered the booze still
smelt on me , I quickly slipped on AJ's
sweatshirt.
" You get me warm milk, pwease ? " he shot
me an adorable pleading look, that I saw so often.
" Of course, go lay in bed. I'll be up in a
minute with your milk" Mark smiled at me and shut
his door then layed back in bed.
" Close one .." I whispered under my breath as
I opened the door to my room. I put my bag on my bed , my
cell phone on the charger and changed into one of
Dad's old T-shirts that was just a little to big for
me. I used to drown in them when I was little . Now
they almost fit me.
Flashback.
(not really a flashback I just had to explain stuff)
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My dad died two years ago of cancer . It had to be one of
the hardest times in my Mother's life and mine.
Condersiring I had just gave birth to My baby. I was just
14 when my Dad died, and Mark was 10 months old . I think
it was hardest on my Mom though. She had to take care of
me and help with Mark till I was old enough tot take care
of him on my own.
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I threw my long blonde hair with a layer of hot pink
underneath up into a messy bun on the top of my head and
went down stairs to get my son some warm milk
then put him back to bed.
[tell me how you like it and if
i should continue ?
♥]