All She Had Was Tears Left In her Golden Box, chapter 1
Brittany Leah Palzaski was born on May 29, 1981 to Martina Pauline and James Lee. She was an average girl with good grades and the star of the soccer team. Her best friends were Roxxi and May, two punks that always got into trouble, but played it safe. Although, her life was out of control. Her brother Daniel ran away at the age of 16 after his parents had a huge fights that included flying pots and pans. He left his sister, Brittany, only 12 at the time, taking care of 8 year old Jessica and 6 year old Mason. She almost went with him.
She was glad she didn't though. She needed to help her mom. Take care of her younger siblings. But now, in 1997, she had to escape from her father.
"I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS!"
"Brittany, Jess, and Mason need to be far away from you! You are abusive to us!"
Her mother ran, told her kids to pack up and run to the car. Martina also packed, while her husband was screaming and yelling and holding his gun to his head. She dialed 911 and tried to calm him down. No, no. He did it. He pulled the trigger. He pulled it right in his head. She cried. They heard. They all did. They knew he would, and glad he did. Martina told the cops what had happened. But then again, they thought it was her fault. Her neighbors, her best friends! They didn't stop them from taking her away. Brittany tried to convince them out of it, but no luck.
"Just listen, he was a maniac!"
"Sorry kid. But you are going to foster care."
"Me? What about Jess and Mason!?"
"They will go with you. Untill then, your mom is going to jail."
Those words struck her. She took her Green Day CDs and her posters with her. She packed the car. The person who was taking her srrived and took their mom's van. Brittany gave her an evil look.
"I don't like your clothes and I don't like your taste. Your going to a foster home so be presentable."
"Your not my mom" Brittany snapped.
"And I don't like your attitude."
Brittany put the earplugs in her ear and listened to Green Day's album 'Dookie'. She felt like the she in the album. Throwing a brick at the wall of silence.
"We are moving to Huntington, California. Good thing we have this van."
"WHAT!? California!?"
"Yes. You can see your disgraceful humans there too."
"F. Y. I. They live in Oakland. We are going to a different county."
"There's bands there too."
"Whatever."
She turned up the volume of her CD player. She couldn't stand life. She couldn't stand her. Her name was Miss Plaz.
Plaz? What name is that?
All she wanted to do was get away from her. Away. Far away.
She was glad she didn't though. She needed to help her mom. Take care of her younger siblings. But now, in 1997, she had to escape from her father.
"I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS!"
"Brittany, Jess, and Mason need to be far away from you! You are abusive to us!"
Her mother ran, told her kids to pack up and run to the car. Martina also packed, while her husband was screaming and yelling and holding his gun to his head. She dialed 911 and tried to calm him down. No, no. He did it. He pulled the trigger. He pulled it right in his head. She cried. They heard. They all did. They knew he would, and glad he did. Martina told the cops what had happened. But then again, they thought it was her fault. Her neighbors, her best friends! They didn't stop them from taking her away. Brittany tried to convince them out of it, but no luck.
"Just listen, he was a maniac!"
"Sorry kid. But you are going to foster care."
"Me? What about Jess and Mason!?"
"They will go with you. Untill then, your mom is going to jail."
Those words struck her. She took her Green Day CDs and her posters with her. She packed the car. The person who was taking her srrived and took their mom's van. Brittany gave her an evil look.
"I don't like your clothes and I don't like your taste. Your going to a foster home so be presentable."
"Your not my mom" Brittany snapped.
"And I don't like your attitude."
Brittany put the earplugs in her ear and listened to Green Day's album 'Dookie'. She felt like the she in the album. Throwing a brick at the wall of silence.
"We are moving to Huntington, California. Good thing we have this van."
"WHAT!? California!?"
"Yes. You can see your disgraceful humans there too."
"F. Y. I. They live in Oakland. We are going to a different county."
"There's bands there too."
"Whatever."
She turned up the volume of her CD player. She couldn't stand life. She couldn't stand her. Her name was Miss Plaz.
Plaz? What name is that?
All she wanted to do was get away from her. Away. Far away.
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