When The Fighting Never Stopped

Those two people Im supposed to call parents are nothing like me. I hate them, I hate their guts, and I hate their mom and dad! Thats right, Grandma and Grandpa. My cheeks are big enough without them pinching them all the time.

Theres just too many things in my head. All the yelling, forgotten errands, and the blaming. How come its always my fault?

Nathin! You forgot to remind me to take out the trash!

OK, so its not exactly that, but Im pretty close. I mean, that ugly slob on the couch (dad), just sits there with his lucky day lotto number, beer in hand, and smacks around my gaunt little mom. And thats before he finds out that he didnt win.

As you can see already, Im living the high life, in a 200 story mansion with a personal waiter in every room. I wish. But really, we dont have enough money to buy you toys like that video game thinger your always asking about. Why dont you go out and play in the street or something. as my dad says.

I just wish it would all go away, cause I always hear my dad and mom yelling at night, but I can only make out half of it, come on babywhat?!...I just want whats bestJake wants a baby brotherhe told mewhat other?!

Your wondering why my mom doesnt divorce him, right? Well shes Christian, so she cant, or something. I stopped going to Sunday School five years ago when I was like, eight. It was stupid. But my mom still preaches stuff like, dont worry Jake, God always sees us through, so

Then I sometimes get to sleep at 1:00, if Im lucky, and my parents wonder why Im always late to school. Oh yeah, school8^th grade sucks. The other worst part of my life, where people come just to call me a dork, or bum kid. The cool group, the jockseven the geeks. If it werent for me, half the kids wouldnt be there cause its so boring. Im sort of a lone wolf/outcast type of person. And friends? Ha! Who would stick up for a total loser? Even Steve Ercals life looks good now.

Then when I get home from school, more fighting. No we can not spend any more money on your petty little needs. You and Jake are just the same.

Well excuse me for wanting one more dress. All my others are covered in stains and holes. I cant go out in those. My mom yells back.

Fine, spend all our money on your clothes and make us starve.

Oh dont play poor little me, youre the one spending all of my hard earned money on beer and lottery tickets.

I hardly call a cashier at KFC a job.

At least I work a little. You cant even do the dishes so I dont have to after a long day at work-

shut-up!

Then theres a smack and you can see where its going from here.

Everything sucks, me, Mom and Dad, McDonalds fries, and pretty much life. The only thing that doesnt suck is the city. Ive never even been there. Mom says theres so much murder that they have to repaint the population sign every day. But then again, moms are supposed to make up stories just to keep kids like me out the cities downtown. Too bad it didnt work. Thats right, Im running away. That might sound a little dorky, but Im used to it, so go ahead and laugh sunshine. And thanks for brightening up my day.

Sly Fox

Wow, Mom actually noticed me, but not for long. I was trying to pack a few things into one of polka-dotted knap sacks you always see hobos using on cartoons. Only a few sanwhiches and twinkie fit, so I used my backpack. I decided it was hobo enough with all the patches. But thats when my mom saw me stuffing my backpack with food. I was about to say it was for science, when she said nevermind, I dont want to know.

So I used up the jars of peanut butter and jelly making sandwhiches and even made a few ham and cheese. Then I filled and water bottle with water and grabbed all the juice boxes and chips we had. Also a few deserts. When I got back up stairs I took all the t shirts, pants, and sweat shirts I had (which isnt that much), and stuffed them in. Then I grabbed a few books I forgot to return to the library and put them incase I got bored. Finally, I needed money. So I snook into my parents room, grabbed all I could, and got out. But then into trouble. There was my mom, and I bumped into her.

Why do you have my money? She was sounding edgy and I had to come up with a quick excuse, so I decided to use to one from before.

A science project.

On what?

uhhthe frictionof money to your hand. Yaits supposed to bedifferent than other objects.

Ok, but do you really need three 50s?

Yes. Yes I do.

Alright, just get it back before your father notices.

Sure Mom.

Whoa, I getting to be a sly foxsort of, or my mom really was born yesterday. Well I got the money, so I was all ready. But I decided to wait until after dinner to go. That would be the smart thing to do.