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"My mind flashed like a television set. Changing its channels, I mean, thoughts until it found one that it liked. Nope, that one didn't work. No, I don't like that one...Until I finally drifted off to sleep. My dreams flashed vividly, colors changing every six seconds, it was annoying as fuck.1

Mom says that I'm just different, different in a good way, although I'm not too sure what the hell that's supposed to mean. I hear these voices, but mom says that I need to lay off the drugs, but I haven't ever done any. Mom was a waitress in a fancy restaurant during the day, and a stripper by night.I never learned how to do math or anything except read and write. I was taught the science of life, or so mom called it....2

The smell of rotting wood and mildew bit at my nose, the sting of some cuts burned on my ribs and arms. The smell of a woman on the rag. Pots and pans clanging in the kitchen, bags were being packed and Leonard was yanking me out of my bed by my matted hair.3

"We're leaving, so get your ass moving or I'll kick it all the way to the country!" Leonard had a high pitched bitchy sort of voice, which made me want to beat the hell out of him for even speaking. Mom walked into the room and threw down her apron. 4

"Tamewren, honey, Leonard is taking us to out to live in his lake-side property in the country, I-" I cut her off.5

"Tell Leonard to quit being a bitch and to quit fucking pulling my hair!" I yelled.6

"Leonard, quit harassing Tamewren or I WILL beat your ass," We all knew that mom was too good natured to beat ANYONE'S ass, even Leonard's.7

Mom returned to the kitchen, Leonard watched her go around the corner. He turned to me and smacked the hawker I had planned to spit at him, right out of my mouth. He smiled and winked, he walked out of the room. I wiped my mouth off and refused to let those damned tears escape the tiny little crevaces next to my eyes called tear ducts.8

I walked over to my dresser, picked up a floral patterned Mary Poppins-ish satchel and swiped all of my cosmetics off the dresser into the bag; lipstick, matches, mascara, eye shadows, eyeliners, tons of lip gloss and powder foundation. After putting all of my cosmetics I went to the bathroom and swiped all of my facewashes and towels and brushes into it.9

The bag was full of my mother's old cosmetics, which are now mine, hand-me-downs came in all forms, sometimes even with lovers. I went to my closet and grabbed a retro suitcase from my grandmother's era. I loaded up my cd's personnal clothing slippers. I perchased a lot of lounge-wear with my own paychecks.10

That suitcase was full so I grabbed another. My jeans, the only type that I wore, which were livi's, I only had five wear-able pairs left after this past summer's concert extravoganza. Mud-caked, ripped-up, patched over jeans, I had only three pairs of those type left, so i packed those too. I had only three t-shirts, and two sweaters. I had a jacket and six mini-skirts, all those were packed with the jeans. I had only one suitecase left in my closet. It was a big one, so I had to wrap up my knick-knacks and chose accordingly. I already put my portable cd player in with my cd's and night wear. I didn't have a large stereo, so all my stuffed animals went into the suitcase, my journals, my sketch books, and my novels that were bent and broken from reading them so much. All eighty of myvolumes of lady knights, faeries, and mythical creatures. I also had manga novels and fashion magazines from japan. I still had a little bit of room left so i put in my boots went into the case, my army gothic boots. The only thing that I forgot to realise was that my mother was actually Leonard's girl, HIS show girl. Leonard owned the most happening club in town, and the strip club within this club, mom danced for him, EVERY night. 11

What I also forgot was that he just bought my mother a brand new car. While I was stuck driving a junker. Mom made brought some pancakes in, she smiled like one of those suburbia moms.12

"Happy seventeenth birthday baby doll!" I was mortified, since when in hell did I forgot a birthday. She was a year off though, which made me feel a little bit better.13

"Um, Mom, I'm eighteen now. But thanks for remembering it at least," She still smiled that fake plastic smile and leftthe room after sitting the plate on my bed. Leonard walked back into the room, he smiled like the alley cat that just caught the bird. 14

"I had to remind her, but she still forgot the year/ I got you something really special," I eyed him evilly, "No! It's nothing gross, go look in the box on the coffee table," He stopped me, and he gave me me a hug, it was genuine. Not some stiff, suit and tie kind, which was his usual. 15

I walked into the living room, on the coffee table was large white box with a red bow on its lid.16