Red flag, blood stained?, chapter 1
I hate you!! What strong words. But it's how I'm feeling right at the moment. My mother Laura, she's just a total waste of my time. Emotional wreck? Confused? I hate her goddamn excuses. Well I seem to have doused you into this without a clue. I bet you're sitting there going what?
Well, I'm Mia. Yup, that's me. I'm 16 but act ALOT older. I guess you could call me 'Punk' or 'Goth' but neither of them could define me to a point.
I used to hang out in Bradford. Yes, not the high-class of society but you got to love it.
I hate Britain, it always rains anyway. The reason I think I act a lot older than I am is mainly because I had to look after my mother Laura. She was always a good mother, well when I was younger. When I was around 13 she started talking about "Make the most of the time left". What she basically meant by that was she used to go pick up every man about town. That's when she met Steve. At first he seemed like a real nice guy, you know, a fatherly figure until I turned 15 and I'd started to get the DD bra's and he started to take the wrong kind of attention.
When I told my mother she wasn't hesitant to throw him out, which she did. But afterwards mum took to drinking. This was not the occasional glass of wine but a bottle of vodka for breakfast and a bottle of wine for supper.
It was a lot to cope with when I was 15, in the middle of exams. My mother hates what's she's done to me, and the more to what she has done to herself.
All I ever really wanted was a father. At this moment she was denying me the chance. My mother had been hiding from him for 16 years and he had finally tracked me down and he wanted to meet. But no, my mother was not going to deny me the chance of a healthily stable parent.
That's when I decided to run. Leave this 'old' life behind, this waste of time, this never-ending emotional merry-go-round. England really can't tolerate homeless kids, well they couldn't tolerate me. It surprised me that the police preferred to deport me than return me to my hysterical mother. I was a little disappointed, I had basically thrown my life away. Fuck the goddamn authorities. So there I was there the place of 'dreams'. California.
I sighed, it all begins from here.
This was it! My life in my control! It was all my life's work. I now replaced the frown with a huge smile. Yes. I was happy.
I have to say one thing, I did feel alone. I decided to make a list, what to do yah know. It went a little something like this:
1. Get a Flat
2. Get a Job
3. Get down with it!
Yes. That's all the planning I needed. This was where I started to drag my feet around every back alley you've ever seen. I fit in here, with all the old worn out punks and the newbies. Yeah, it was going to be good!
Well, I'm Mia. Yup, that's me. I'm 16 but act ALOT older. I guess you could call me 'Punk' or 'Goth' but neither of them could define me to a point.
I used to hang out in Bradford. Yes, not the high-class of society but you got to love it.
I hate Britain, it always rains anyway. The reason I think I act a lot older than I am is mainly because I had to look after my mother Laura. She was always a good mother, well when I was younger. When I was around 13 she started talking about "Make the most of the time left". What she basically meant by that was she used to go pick up every man about town. That's when she met Steve. At first he seemed like a real nice guy, you know, a fatherly figure until I turned 15 and I'd started to get the DD bra's and he started to take the wrong kind of attention.
When I told my mother she wasn't hesitant to throw him out, which she did. But afterwards mum took to drinking. This was not the occasional glass of wine but a bottle of vodka for breakfast and a bottle of wine for supper.
It was a lot to cope with when I was 15, in the middle of exams. My mother hates what's she's done to me, and the more to what she has done to herself.
All I ever really wanted was a father. At this moment she was denying me the chance. My mother had been hiding from him for 16 years and he had finally tracked me down and he wanted to meet. But no, my mother was not going to deny me the chance of a healthily stable parent.
That's when I decided to run. Leave this 'old' life behind, this waste of time, this never-ending emotional merry-go-round. England really can't tolerate homeless kids, well they couldn't tolerate me. It surprised me that the police preferred to deport me than return me to my hysterical mother. I was a little disappointed, I had basically thrown my life away. Fuck the goddamn authorities. So there I was there the place of 'dreams'. California.
I sighed, it all begins from here.
This was it! My life in my control! It was all my life's work. I now replaced the frown with a huge smile. Yes. I was happy.
I have to say one thing, I did feel alone. I decided to make a list, what to do yah know. It went a little something like this:
1. Get a Flat
2. Get a Job
3. Get down with it!
Yes. That's all the planning I needed. This was where I started to drag my feet around every back alley you've ever seen. I fit in here, with all the old worn out punks and the newbies. Yeah, it was going to be good!
