My mom used to say your life is made up by all the decisions you make, and each one can always drastically change your life. Each thing you say will somehow influence your life that will drastically change it in the future then if you hadn't said it. And each thing you do will always cause a different out come. That unfortunately was proven true at a young age. My father abandoned us just before I turned 5. We haven't seen him since.  There's not even a photograph or note or stain on the rug to remind us he was ever here.  It was as if he had never came into our lives. Just as quickly as he entered it he was gone  But again my life changed.  I had gotten in trouble at school and my mom had to leave work to come pick me up. At that same time some smart ass had decided to drink a bottle of whiskey or two and chugged a few cans of beer.  The crash was flawless.  He thought he would be cool and try to race my mom. She on the other hand wasn’t interested.  He started yelling at her, random chants and outburst, frustrated that she wouldn't race him.  He slowed down to try and pull into her lane but didn't pay attention and hit the back of her car sending her spinning into the cement barrier.  When the police got there the front of the car was crumbled and folded in on its self while the drunk idiots truck crumbled the back of it.  The guy left the hospital with a nasty bump on his head, but my mom never walked out of the hospital. In fact she never walked again and never will. Paralyzed from the neck down, I was unable to live with her without causing more trouble and stress for her. Understandably she sent me to live with my uncle ,Ray, two towns over.  He's not the best but he certainly isn't the worst.  I think he’s crazy, personally. In and out of gangs as a teenager and was a drug dealer for many years. Now he’s a single parent with two kids; Markus and Tia. He’s wife, Diane died of an overdose when Markus was 7 and Tia was 5. They never really got to know her. She developed a drug problem shortly after Tia was born and was rarely home. Ray talked about her all the time. He truly loved her and tried to help her get better but he was too late. Maybe I could have saved my moms life if I hadn’t thrown a chair at a kid for calling my dad a low life jerk who wished I’d never be born.

“Alexx stop writing in that journal for 5 minutes and eat your dang breakfast." Ray's voice called out awakening me from my dream land of words and writing, the closest thing i had to a perfect place. I looked at my plate and realized i hadn't eaten a thing while both my cousins had finished and Ray was on his second helping. Today was my first day at a new school. Its april, great. 

"Hurry up and eat don't grade 8's start at 8:15 am?" Ray asked. Both his kids were in the middle school two blocks away.

"Im in grade 10, and yes and its only 7:34." I replied as i looked at the clock.

Today was my first day at a new school and my first day in hell. I quickly downed the now cold eggs and toast. I grabbed the brown bag on the counter with my name written wrong on it. How long would it take uncle Ray to learn my name is spelt ‘Alexx’ not ‘Alax’ ? I stuffed the brown bag into my black back pack and headed out the door murmuring my goodbyes. I was greeted by a slap of cold air and wind. I wrapped my blue scarf around my neck and pulled on my black wool gloves and proceeded to the bus stop 3 blocks away.  

There were 3 other kids waiting at my stop. I tall lanky boy with curly brown hair. He wore a pair of jeans with grass stains in the knees and a black  hoody. He had dark bags under his eyes. He barley glanced at me as he bobbed his head in time with his music. Beside him a small, tiny girl stood in black high heels. I black skirt and a low cut tank top tucked in. How the hell isn’t she freezing?! I wondered as she chatted into her pink shiny cell phone while inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. Off to the side a small pudgy boy stood, hands in pockets. He wore old hand-me-down jeans and a plaid shirt. His black hair was spiked and he looked very uncomfortable standing there near the girl. None of them were able to say anything to me before a large yellow bus came pulling up to the curb. I got on last after curly hair boy. An over powering smell of B.O and barf hit me as i stepped on the bus. Giggles and laughter filled the air, giving me a headache. I kept my head down and took the first seat on the bus, behind the driver. This Day already sucked.

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