Part 2 of my childhood
So I remember around 5th grade my dad got cleaned up and found work. I really thought thing's was going to get better. He came to work one day drunk and he got fired. There was a huge argument with my parent's and the police was called. My dad was in jail for a few months for being wanted by the police. This time my mom started to drink a lot and my grades started to get bad. I am so surprised they didn't fail me. It takes a lot to fail gym class.
I just didn't go to school on time. Also there was a teacher I just hated back then. Around this time my grandmother had died. My mom she got really bad around this time. it took awhile but she got better. So then around 8th grade my parent's got into another bad argument. I remember waking up and found my dad packing his stuff and he told me he was leaving for good. Me and my mom we did not get along at all. She would be gone for days or up to week's.
I had to go to the neighbor or my aunt house for food or water to just take a shower. I did fail the 8th grade. If my mom didn't care about me why should I care about school. She did finally come home after she ran out of money for alcohol. I had to take the 8th grade again. Well this one time some girl mouth off to me and I elbowed her right in the mouth. The teacher wanted me to go to the office but I was like F*ck this place I am done. I took my books and stuff out of my locker and threw them in the trash.
Me and my mom got into it again and I told her I was done with school. We was arguing for the better part of a week before she had enough and kicked me out of the house. So I went to my aunt house and she wanted me back in school. I told her off and she told me if I didn't like living there I could leave so I did
I just didn't go to school on time. Also there was a teacher I just hated back then. Around this time my grandmother had died. My mom she got really bad around this time. it took awhile but she got better. So then around 8th grade my parent's got into another bad argument. I remember waking up and found my dad packing his stuff and he told me he was leaving for good. Me and my mom we did not get along at all. She would be gone for days or up to week's.
I had to go to the neighbor or my aunt house for food or water to just take a shower. I did fail the 8th grade. If my mom didn't care about me why should I care about school. She did finally come home after she ran out of money for alcohol. I had to take the 8th grade again. Well this one time some girl mouth off to me and I elbowed her right in the mouth. The teacher wanted me to go to the office but I was like F*ck this place I am done. I took my books and stuff out of my locker and threw them in the trash.
Me and my mom got into it again and I told her I was done with school. We was arguing for the better part of a week before she had enough and kicked me out of the house. So I went to my aunt house and she wanted me back in school. I told her off and she told me if I didn't like living there I could leave so I did
36-40, F
