chapter two
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Our romance movie that still plays on the screen pulls Ivy back in with a scene where the bad boy finally gets the good girl to kiss him, and it’s insufferable. Like I said basic. Finally god answered my prayers and the movie ended with Ivy halfway on the couch and half off the couch snoring like a pig on steroids. I laughed and turned off the Tv and laid back down with her and watched the ceiling. This is yet again another night spent at Ivy’s house. I’ve spent countless days here more than my own house. That’s what happens when you have a dad that’s in jail for theft and battery and a mom on drugs. She’s a barley there kinda mom. She’s either at her low life job at the corner gas station on the bad side of town, or using the very little money she did get from that job on her drugs that she smokes every moment she’s sober. It’s sad really, I’ve tried to help her I really have, Mrs. Carver tried to help her to she tried over and over to save my mother, but she wouldn’t listen, she vaulted her temporary happiness more than her long-term happiness and now here we are. The only reason we still have a house is because she uses dad's money to pay for the rent and God knows if the lights or water is ever half on. I’m grateful that ivy and her mom take pity on me and let me stay here I really do, ivy and her parents are the only ones I allow to take pity on me. I hate the look in peoples' eyes when they see me. The way their mouth tilts down in a frown their eyes dull like there looking at a dog that just got run over. I hate it so much it sickens me to the core to know that people look at me and think i’m some broken girl with nothing to live for. So, no one else knows anything about my situation and no one ever will I hate talking about my feelings anyway it’s just easier to pretend like you don’t have any
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