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The day started out like usual, a blaring alarm clock which consisted of my favorite song, To The Stage by Asking Alexandria. I smiled and laid in bed for a second, the song making me slightly forget about school and all the worries that came with it. Slightly. I sighed and opened my eyes, rolling over and unlocking my phone and turning off the alarm. Before I knew it, here came my hung over and still slightly drunk mother. "Oliver get up!", she screamed, throwing a dish at my head. Luckily, I rolled over onto the other side of the bed and missed the dish, hearing it shatter as I clashed with the wall. "I am up!", I screamed back, throwing the nearest thing back at her. A shoe. A shoe... Really? I threw it anyway and watched as it hit her face perfectly.
Wrong choice. I watched as she came right for me, jerking me up by my hair. I whimpered and kicked at her, clawing at her face in hopes to find freedom from her grasp. "You listen to me, you little sh*t. Today I'm going out and you better clean this place up. And throw something at me one more time... See what happens.", she snarled and slurred, her breath wreaking of alcohol. I nearly vomited on myself. With a thud, I was dropped back onto the ground and watched as she stumbled out of my room. I frowned, wanting so badly to just throw a few punches at the woman I knew as mother. I sighed simply and got to my feet, ready to start the day. The horrible, horrible day.
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