Now if there is one thing I hated it'd be my stepmom. Now don't give me the whole spiel that "you have to love your parents unconditionally" first of all she's not my mom if she was, she would've birthed me out of her vagina, and she didn't.
And sadly enough she didn't want to feel tied down to a house, a husband, and kids. Now don't get me wrong, dropping your kids and then suddenly becoming a tour manager isn't exactly the most ideal thing to do, but at least she has a life, I can't say that for most people I'm around.
Anyway, back to the oh so great Monica. That girl has had more plastic put in her face, then all these college kids putting it into their bodies with Ramen noodles. That women is about as fake as they get, which is probably why my dad stopped loving my mom, because she's not like that. At least my mom actually try's. She Skypes me every night on tour, even though she's constantly arguing with her band. Not gonna lie man, it makes me hella jealous because I'm a way they're almost like her kids you know? She spends more time with them then me which I guess is kind of a giving considering right now we're in two different continents, but still. She takes care of them like they're her kids, but they aren't, I am.
But I mean she tries right, despite being in two different time zones, she'll sky me late in the night when she should be sleeping but when I'm getting up to go to work.
Monica on the other hand ignores me, buys a bunch of shit for her own kids who are like 2 and couldn't care less about half the crap she buys, but I mean who cares right? She's a girl with a pretty (fake) face and a skinny waste what more could a man want?
I honestly don't blame mom for leaving him, but she shouldn't have left me too, but she's trying to change that.
But last month was my birthday, meaning I am officially 18 finally aloud to do whatever the hell I want, live where I want, and be who I want. Which wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do living here, but I'm leaving and that's that.
I filed for a passport last year, and just received it a couple of weeks ago, and so I booked a plan ticket to Australia where my mom now lives in order to provide for her 4 not so children and basically set up everything they need in order to continue writing their album. She owns a 2 bedroom apartments a few minutes away from the lads house on the beach which will be a nice difference from the current living situation.
It's been a few years since mom has actually came and seen me, so maybe it'll be a little bit awkward at first, but I'm hoping for the best.
You could forget about me saying goodbye to my "parents", because that's not why they are. They didn't help me. when I got my first period wanna know what Monica did? She called up her friends telling them how glad she was that she didn't "birth" out any girls because she won't have to worry about the mess periods make, or the money. She didn't buy me anything. So I walked around school with a wad of toilet paper between my legs in hopes it would hold as much as it could. It wasn't until I was 16 that I actually was able to get a job and pay for all the things I needed, including healthy food that actually made me look like an actually human being and not just a potato.
It was around my sophomore that boys actually started pay attention to me. It was a perk of being a mixed baby, having the body of a Mexican but the skin of redhead. Causing my body to be splattered in light freckles. Sometimes they weren't really noticeable, like when I tanned, but considering it's winter, I look like the color of the snow that effortlessly littered the ground. My dark brown hair touched my back, and it was literally the thickest thing known to man, but apparently so was my ass.
It wasn't very good though, people would always confess their love to me, which was quit confusing because I didn't even know half of them. And people constantly thought they could get in my pants just because Jake said he did. Little does everyone know he tried getting with me, I turned him down, he sent me a pic of his d!ck and i said he if told anymore lies about me I'd send it to everyone so they would all know how small his d!ck his. And he threaten to beat up anyone who even as much has brought it up.
But I mean by senior year I didn't really care, I let all the rumors start and didn't do anything to stop them, but not gonna lie some of them were true, manly the good ones. I did however fu€k Jakes best friend and that didn't even get out, which was a surprise to me and to Tyler because people always find out about something one way or another.
But that was basically my senior year, keeping a 4.0 gpa and fucking my dads bosses son just so my dad could hear about it. Unfortunately the situation didn't turn out as planned, which kinda suck but I mean what can ya do?
But Monica would miss me, not in the way everyone else would. Only because I watched her kids when she wanted to go out drinking or when she'd cheat on my dad in their bed. I'd stay quiet only because
1) my dad deserved it because he was a selfish €unt.
2) the moment I walked out the door to my awaiting taxi I could tell him exactly what she was doing, and in case he didn't believe he could call Raul in her phone.
You can call me a bitch all you want, but at this point that word means nothing coming from anyone, mainly because that was Monica's favorite word, and she couldn't quit rap her mind around the fact that I may be a female but I was not a dog.
The first time in 7 years a smile finally crept onto my face as my taxi drove away and all I could see through the kitchen window was Monica's phone pressed to my fathers ear and a look of horror on his face.
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Wowza has it been a long time.
Long story short I got hacked on Facebook which is linked to this account, causing it to shit down. But aye I got it back and this is the newest story I'll hopefully be updating/writing if it does good which I mean they never really do
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