"You think I like living with you? No friggin' way!"
Those were the last words I've ever said to my mother. She was the nicest mother anyone could have, until the day my father died. Don't get me wrong, it's not just because of that, it's also because that's when she found out my father had another wife. Yes, they secretly married. So now, my mom?
She's the worst mother anyone could ever dream off.
Everything must be picture-perfect for her. If I came home from college with my sneakers soaked up in mud, woah...the amount of trouble I'd get into. Yeah, exactly. So just because of that, I couldn't take it and packed a few of my favourite, long-lasting clothes, put them in a backpack, emptied my piggy bank, took every dollar note I remembered storing in a few secret places to hide from my mom, wore my thick, brown fur coat and put on my lucky charm bracelet my dad gave before he left and never came back.
And this marks the beginning of my story.
