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Chapter 1: The lion’s unleashed.
When I was born I was mommy’s little angel, her sunshine on a cloudy day, her whole world. But as I began to age all of this changed, or as she puts it “All Hell broke loose.” We were complete opposites. While she enjoyed shopping and makeup, I was drawing strange pictures and plotting my funeral. When I hit puberty she thought I was just in the rebellious stage. You know, chopping my hair off and dying it weird colors, getting piercings, loosing interest in fun and friends. But truly she had no idea. She had lived her childhood rich and loved, Prom queen with a hot boyfriend, college degree, nice bod. She had no clue what it was like to grow up in the 21st century. Things are tough, and if you don’t want to get sucked in you have to be even tougher. And trust me, I was tougher.
We would fight constantly, well actually she would try to get me to do girlie things with her, I would yell, she’d get upset and start prancing around saying “You can’t be my daughter, the hospital must have made a mistake…” blah, blah… I would tell her to shove it and go in my room, lock the door, and stay in there for the rest of the night. So it was no surprise when she told me she was sending me to live with my dad for a while.
“We’re just not working out, Vicky.” She had said, whipping a tear from her eye, smudging her once perfect line of liquid eyeliner. Pathetic.
“Really? Hadn’t noticed.” I replied sarcastically. I put on my best of show to make it look like I didn’t care one bit if I left or not. But the truth is I really wasn’t looking forward to the transition. My dad was a lowlife who lived 100 miles away in some dinky little town where he worked as the cashier for some dinky little grocery store. Not that I’m asking for a billionaire for a dad, but honestly, he makes minimum wage for Pete’s sake.
“Listen Vick,” I hated that pet name.
“I know you’re upset with me but I think living with your dad will...
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