"If you're going to mope at least do it I your bedroom," she said her voice all scratchy and dry from all the alcohol she a consumed, 'I can't believe your dad let you grow up to be such a cry-baby." Tall, thin and a complete bitch is what my current guardian was I like, my cousin. I tried so hard to make it work with her, but I couldn't do it. Couldn't keep pretending everything was all right. After a few months I waited patiently, waited till the hag was asleep. When she came in earlier that night, she was tired and drunk, with a boy hanging off her lips. Deep snores echoed through the empty halls as I crept out of bed. Carefully and as quiet as a mouse I slipped my key into the door and pushed it open. I stood in the middle of my road, brave and bold wearing my yellow jacket.
