Chapter One

       " Good Morning Norco high School! The best School In the World!", the annoucer said. But why would any one believe that crap. Don't they like say that for every school. Anyway lets review my "school" day. Homeroom sucked, 1st  period sucked, 2nd period sucked, okay basically my whole entire day sucked.

   " Hi Mom." " Hi honey. So what did you do today." "um..... nothing" (or anything that's worth talking about) " Okay.", my step mom said truly disappointed after it happened that's pretty much what I said, " um..... nothing." Going up to my room painted black and red. Just to start on my homework or writing random stuff in my note books. I started to look at my notebooks but reminded my of everything that happened on the verge of tears I  closed my notebook And had the nightmare that I will never wake up from.

                          Chapter Two

             It. It can mean anything. Happiness, in my case pain, every sin in the world, and every virture. For me it is the word I despise along with the saying " something happened". Suprises my weakness, my skill to keep everything bottled up my,strength. I can still rember it like it was a second ago.

                          One Month Ago

   "Yah" , I thought "'ll need more makeup than ever to cover this crap" It sucks having a drunk mother. Oh crap she's here  swear if she abuses me again or her stupid boyfriend I'm gonna faint. I'm gonna need every last bit of this blood. As I started  to walk toward my bathroom I heard a noise scaring the crap out of me.  Then gun shots. And he came out. The guy that made my life hell, my freaking mother's boyfriend that made her start drinking came out  pointing the gun to me. His words " Don't tell anyone or you'll be gone too." By then I knew my mother was dead he left everything behind even his wallet. Freaking idiot. I ran to their room to find a blood puddle surrounding my mother.  Called the police and they found him dead too.  Drunkun beyond. All  I coud think was that everything was falling. Finding my  dad to be there a couple hours to see my dad. He was so pissed off at me because I hadn't told  me anything and seen him inbetween. But we didn't even talk everything was akward between us no communication. So kill me for not telling him. God can I ask you one question, Why am I so jacked up?

                A week later there was my mom's funeral. No tears slipped from anyone. I guess she wasn't a loved woman, oh wait I do know. Her own mom went up there to go complain how she didn't talk to her or some crap like that. Anyhow so this is how I started here. But I guess my emotions never changed at all through everything. I hated my mom and she hated me.

       Chapter Four

 This time I really woke up. I'd been having dreams in dreams ever since I'd moved out here. But today felt different. I was staring at the wall but then realized it wasn't red and black. The wall was just a bland off white. Suddenly I got up from were I was laying. It wasn't a bed. It was the same couch that I slept on before it happened, red stained with blood but orignally beige. It was like a replica of the placed I hated so much, but the place I had to stay.

            I started to walk around it was exactly how I left if. I even found mu old notebook that I left there because I thought it was just useless information but right now it's all I had to count on to tell me where I really am right now.

*Dear no one  ,

           What do you do when you have  so many problems and know the root of them and can fix them but knows her ass will get  kicked  if she does. My goal in life to get out of this dump. Oh wait  thay'll never happen. I mean writing is the only thing that I have that I like. My life is windling down into it's one deep hole that will get deeper and deeper. My unserendipitious life is taking a toll onto something different. Things are changing for    the worst. Untimable things happen now. Everything is so unordinary. One day something is gonna happen to yesterday....*

           That was all it said. One day something is gonna happen to yesterday....*  It's like I knew something but didn't write. And that's wierd because I write everything down. I never leave  any sentnce unfinshed. I finally had to check the time. It was 12:35 P.M. And the date was August 19th. The day of my birthday and the day my mom died, which means she should be here. I went into to her room and she was just sleeping. Time had turned back. Impossible. I tried to wake her up she wouldn't budge so I got a big pitcher of water and poured on her, straight on her. I have to admit it was pretty fun after that she woke incredibly pissed off. I just yelled and said, " David is going to kill you!!!!", and she said, " I know. You just have to watch him kill me now. You already know that I do die.". Then I said, "I don't want to watch. But how do you know that I know that David's gonna kill you." Then she said " because I know stuff and you are here to just watch you can tell people how it really happened. He won't even know you were here. Oh yeah, I love you don't forget it."  "Um, wow thanks,mom. I love you too?".  " Oh here he comes..."

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