Prologue: Ya-ya
When I was little my Ya-ya would always tell me, “Xander, never underestimate powers of people.” I never understood what she meant. I have always tried to keep my head out of stuff that’s not my business, but we all get into it sometimes. I mean how far will I people go to get what they want?
My Ya-ya has been the one person in my life that I look up to. I have never really had a mom or a dad. They were either fighting or were at bars getting wasted. My Ya-ya thought it would be best if I don’t live with them. Not like they cared. I was mostly home alone at the age four. And the stress of the yelling got to me a lot. When I was about six, I moved in with my Ya-ya. They have been visiting every other year for the past thirteen years. Know that I’m seventeen, I’m kind of on my own. Even if I have my Ya-ya.
Ya-ya was always about responsibility and free choice. She said you can do whatever you want but always have consequences. Not like I would do anything like my mother. My mom taught me to stay quiet when adults talk to me and to never speak my mind. My opinion doesn’t matter to her, I guess. But while I’m staying quiet, she always has to be right. I have always been quiet in class, even though I would consider myself smart. And to be honest, I don’t have a lot of friends. I don’t have any friends, to be exact. I’ve never had bullies either. My only coping trick was to write about how I was feeling. And I guess that’s what got me here.
Senior year of high school is on its way and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I’m going to do in the future. What collage? What major? I don’t have any idea what I’m going to do when I’m older. I don’t want to be a middle age man still living in the basement of his childhood home, which might be my only option. Video games aren’t my strong suit, but I think I can manage.
Tomorrow is the first day of the school, and today is the last day of freedom.
Or something like that…
Realistic Fiction
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