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  I fell asleep. I awoke to the slamming of my mom stumbling through the door with tons of paperwork. She's always tired. I never speak to her unless I really need to ask her something or I'm sick. But other than all that, I feel like I'm abandoned. Work is all she cares about.

  Whatever happened to my dad, you might ask. Well, he died in a drunk driver accident on the freeway. But it was'nt on just any day of the week. It was the day I was born. He was speeding down to the hospital at about four in the morning to see the birth of his little girl, his precious angel. But then a dumb-ass drunk driver smashes him from behind, leaving shards of glass and metal in his chest. My mother did'nt find out about this until she was informed by the doctor that he was inside the hospital, but not alive. Dead an hour after the crash. Sometimes I wish that I was living with him instead of my mom. But I can't change the past As Allison says, "The past is gone, and we have the future to make."

  I know all the rules for when my mom comes home. Rule one, don't even try to talk to her about anything unless you're deathly sick or in an awful need. Two, don't bother her when she's signing the papers or on the computer. And three, just ignore her and pretend she does'nt exist. I just follow those rules natirally. If I even hiss a word at her, she'll scream at me and tell me to fuck off. I don't have a real mom. The kind that take care of you, feed you, talk to you, and most importantly, tell you they love you with all their heart. I have never heard her say that to my crying or rarely smiling face. The only probable time was the day I was born and her tears hit my face as she heard my dad was gone---forever.

  I step out of my room into the hallway and peer behind the wall like I was a child waiting for a monster to jump out of my closet. She grumbled some words I could'nt hear, and slammed her brief case down on the now paper-covered kitchen table. She stomped over to the fridge and grabbed a wine bottle, slumping on the counter and drinking like a poor drunken hobo would. I could'nt believe this was actually my mom. The person who married such a great guy named  my dad and gave birth to me. I crawled back to my room and decided to get some rest. I really needed it.

  I layed down in my crimson red sheets and grabbed my diary. I picked up a pen and started to write...

  "Dear Diary,

  My day started out rough, and grew into a emo girl's fairytale. I woke up to find tragedy waiting on the street and boredom at school. But then my knight in dull black armor comes to make my day. I wanted friendship, then I liked him...and then he liked me too. He told me I was beautiful, not pretty. He touched my hand so lightly, like a leaf touching the water. Then he saved me from the Bitch Squad by key-scratching their car. He held my hand all the way to my door and hugged me tight. I want to feel his body warmth with mine, creating chemistry. My heart always goes bazerk when he's around me. I feel tension in my hands like in making fists, but not to hurt, but to grip his hand in mine and never let it go. I hope to dream about him, all the time. He's my addiction. So what I've known him for a few hours, but to me, it seems like I've known him forever. Write tomorrow, sweet dreams..."

  I shut my eyes and smile when I see the image of my miracle named Braden. I was hooked on his eyes, captured by his voice, like hypnotizm. I cared for him more than anything now. I just hope he's not playing me for a sucker. But I don't want to think negative now. I actually want to sleep now because I have something to dream of instead of have nightmares about. I drift off to sleep, thinking about his voice lulling me to sleep like a little child. My mind slowly fades...and fades...until I don't see anything or hear anything any longer.

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  I get up like automatic and quickly get dressed. Today would'nt be like yesterday. I gather up all my make-up and put it on as usual. Eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner. I straightened my hair and then spiked it out. I wanted to run to school today. Nothing would stop me, not Brandy, her bitches, Allison, or anyone else. I tie up my ruined Converse and search for my bag. I pick it up as I run toward the front door and jerk the door open. I slam it shut and lock it tight. I let out a long breath and I start to run, feeling the spikey ends of my black hair slap my face.

  I pant and breathe fast. My heart felt like jumping out of my chest and running along beside me. I saw the school and urged my feet and legs to run faster. I don't look down, I keep staring at the prison. I hear my shoes hit the pavement hard. Right, left, right, left.

  I finally reach the school out of breath and open the glossy doors. I walk in, ruffling my hair to make it look like I did'nt run here like a lunatic. I reach the commons and search for Braden. Eyes darting quickly around to see his handsome face. Ah ha! I find him sitting in the back of the area, waiting impatiently for me to arrive. I could see him squirming in his seat like a baby in a high-chair.

  I trek through the super crowded commons and manage to get to the table. He smiles widely and gets up to hug me. I hug him back as tight as I can. He pulls out my chair and takes my bag and sets it next to mine. He looks into my eyes, giving me the icy stare. He takes a breath and begins to say.......