A/N: I know, the story is kinda shitty in the start, but read it through and review in the end. I'm re-doing the story and when I'm done I'm reposting it in the Romance section. Thanks for reading

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"Hey fuck face,” I yell at the guy who's walking by. He looks at me with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah, you asshole!" I yell."Motha fucka! motha fucka, motha fuckaaa!" I laugh at myself. I always say weird stuff when I'm high.

"What the hell?! How old are you? I'm calling the cops." he hollers back. I stand strait, get off the wall and start walking back home. If the cops bring me back home, mom is sure to beat me.

I pass Tim's house, "What a fag" I say to myself. After I passed the post office and crossed the street, I lit up a smoke. The streets are pretty quiet, they always are this time of night.

My dad would have cared that I was doing this, but he's gone. When he left us, my mom started beating on me for the littlest things. I started to feel the hatred inside myself build.

I tripped on a rock, and I see that I'm next to where he used to work. I feel the rage bubble over inside me, so I take a bunch of rocks and throw them at the windows. "You fucking asshole!," I scream as hard as I could. "Why couldn't you take me with you!" I throw more rocks, and break a few windows. I finally finish my cigarette and start to cry.

Damn my father! Damn him to hell for leaving me with that woman.

Once I calmed down, I continued to walk home. I tried to think, but I just couldn't.

I finally got to my house and I see that the light is on and I can hear music blaring. I pray to whatever's out there that she’s passed out. I quietly walk up the stairs and open the door.

Unlocked, of course.

I take off my coat and boots and tiptoe to my room.

"Where the fuck where you?" I hear her slur. I curse to myself and I turn around. "I accidentally fell asleep in my friends car" I lied.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, Jane!" she yells. "Don't you ever lie to me!"

"I'm not lying, Mom!" I screamed back. I ran to my room and locked the door. She starts screaming at me and bangs on the door, but I don't pay attention, like I always. I light up another cigarette and I look at the time. 2:51am. "Jesus" I whisper to myself. I'm home pretty early, if I'd came home at four, I wouldn't have had to dealt with that woman. I quickly finish my cigarette and I lay on my bed, trying to fall asleep.

.x.x.x.

The next morning I got up, feeling a terrible headache throbbing on my head. I quickly took a shower and went out the door. I got to the school and sat on a bench.

"Hey Jane."

"Hi Ray."

Ray has been my best friend since the 2nd grade. He's the only friend I have that knows about my mom. "How was your weekend?" he asks. "Pretty much the same, got high, hung around town, tried to stay away from home as much as possible." I replied without looking at him. He hates it when I get high and just wander around town. Especially during a school night.

"You know, you could just stay over my place during the weekends." he says.

"My mom would totally agree" I say sarcastically. "Anyways, it's ok, I can take care of myself."

I saw the concern on his face and I sighed.

"If anything really bad happens I'll go your place, ok?" "Ok" he agreed. "We better get going if we don't want to be late for class."

School is the most boring thing ever, but it's important so I deal with it. I get pretty good grades for a pot head too. My mom hardly ever notices though, usually she's too drunk to notice anything. Thank god my rich uncle helps us pay for the house's bills. I think he still doe’s cause I'm still living with her. It's a wonder how I'm still allowed to be able to live with that bitch. She can be sober when she wants to and she can put on a face real easy. That bitch, she just wants to torture me case she thinks it's my fault my dad split.

Without even thinking, the school day was over. I quickly walk over to the back of the school where my dealer was.

"Hey Tony, got any stuff?"

"Hey babe, naw not right now. Tonight though, at the park around one?" he asks, I nod. "cool, see you later."

I quickly have a cigarette on the way to work. I work at the local grocery store, it's my only source of income without having to steal. The store is open late so I can have my supper here instead of going home to that poor excuse of a mother. My boss, Cathy, is really cool, she's like a mom to me, and she actually cares about me.

After work, normally I walk around the small town that I live in.

It's only 9:30, I've got three and a half hours to blow I think to myself.

When I walk around, I think about a lot of stuff. Sometimes I wish it was all over, over so that I didn’t ave to deal with the bullshit anymore. I get so depressed sometimes, that Ray gets concerned and he just let's me stay at his place for a while. His folks are real nice and understanding, and they don't mind that I stay during the week sometimes.

I light up a smoke and look at my watch and realize it's almost one. So I start walking to the park. I see Tony and I start walking toward him. "Hey," I say in a low voice while putting out my cigarette. "I just want the usual" I hand him the money and he gives me a rolled up Ziploc bag. "Thanks" I mutter. "Pleasure doing business with you, Jane" He says.

While walking home, I can't help but feel the bag. A good two weeks worth in my pocket.

I get home and I crawl in through my window. I sigh. "What a day" I whisper. I put on Passport Radio.