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My alarm was going off in my ear. I groaned at the sound, cursing the loud beeping as I rolled out of bed to switch it off. Five o'clock in the morning, way to early for a kid to be getting ready for school, I didn't to be late on my first day. I sluggishly stalked into the kitchen giving my mother's bedroom door a couple knocks before moving to make breakfast. She was out a couple minutes later, her eyes almost shining. My mother had always been more of a morning person than me. She sat down in the kitchen chair. "Good morning Chrissy." I rolled my eyes as I put a plate in front of her.

"Please don't call me that mom." It was almost a ritual, we both knew the other person would never change but we both kept saying it and hoping. "Eat your breakfast, and then take your medication." My mom made a face.

"I don't like the meds..." but she slowly began eating as I made my school lunch. "They make me funny." She added and a feeling of guilt swept over me.

"yeah I know mom." The medicine practically drained my mother of all life when she took them. I'd leave for school and she'd be happy and bright, but when I got home she was like the living dead. A completely different person, but they kept her with me and out of some nut house. My mother was convinced that my father didn't leave us. She told me that he didn't leave us like other fathers, that he left because he was an angel, and that Heaven called him back. The family put her on an evaluation program and they claimed that she needed the meds in order to function properly. After that the family stopped coming around. My father was like a ghost. He left before I was born, my mother claimed that he told her his last name she just couldn't remember it. I'd hate to think that the family is right and she really is a bit of a nut, but sometimes she says some pretty bizarre things.

"I'm finished." She said sadly. "Gimme the pills." I handed her the bright pink looking pill and watched her swallow it. My mother wouldn't pretend to take it, as much as she hated what the medicine did to her, she didn't want to chance someone coming to take me away with them.

"Alright. I'm off to school." I kissed her on the head, feeling more like the parent then the child. "I'll be home around five." She smiled at me, a warm smile and a genuine smile before standing to clean up the kitchen. I watched her for a second before leaving out the front door.

I was at school by about Seven thirty. The walk was about an hour and a half, most of my early morning was spent with my mother. She needs to take the pill early, and I like to see her a little before the medicine dulls her personality. I felt like a ghost walking the halls of the school. The people that were in the halls didn't even glance my way. It was a relief. It was the middle of the school year, in the last school I got thrown out for putting a kid in the hospital after a fight. I don't remember the fight, I must have blacked out, I do that a lot sometimes. I remember feeling like I had to fight the kid. I'd never once met him, and I'd only seen him a couple of times, but I had to fight him. So I found myself throwing the first punch, and after that I don't remember. I walked into the office my bag slung over my shoulder, the lady behind the counter assessed me, probably placing me as a punk because of my messy blonde hair, my huge shirt, and my baggy pants. Instead of the scowl I expected she smiled at me.

"Well who do we have here?" her bright smile threw me off.

"uh.. Chris Rachol. I just transferred." At my answer the woman looked confused, more confused than I felt.

"Oh.." She looked lost for a second before smiling again. "The principle's office is down the hall and to the left." I gave her a confused look before walking away. That was weird.. I knocked politely at the principals door, I hated this part. They would ask me a ton of questions and accuse me of a punk and then blame it on my mother's mental condition or some shit before sending me on my way telling me that they will be watching.

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My alarm was going off in my ear. I groaned at the sound, cursing the loud beeping as I rolled out of bed to switch it off. Five o'clock in the morning, way to early for a kid to be getting ready for school, I didn't to be late on my first day. I sluggishly stalked into the kitchen giving my mother's bedroom door a couple knocks before moving to make breakfast. She was out a couple minutes later, her eyes almost shining. My mother had always been more of a morning person than me. She sat down in the kitchen chair. "Good morning Chrissy." I rolled my eyes as I put a plate in front of her.

"Please don't call me that mom." It was almost a ritual, we both knew the other person would never change but we both kept saying it and hoping. "Eat your breakfast, and then take your medication." My mom made a face.

"I don't like the meds..." but she slowly began eating as I made my school lunch. "They make me funny." She added and a feeling of guilt swept over me.

"yeah I know mom." The medicine practically drained my mother of all life when she took them. I'd leave for school and she'd be happy and bright, but when I got home she was like the living dead. A completely different person, but they kept her with me and out of some nut house. My mother was convinced that my father didn't leave us. She told me that he didn't leave us like other fathers, that he left because he was an angel, and that Heaven called him back. The family put her on an evaluation program and they claimed that she needed the meds in order to function properly. After that the family stopped coming around. My father was like a ghost. He left before I was born, my mother claimed that he told her his last name she just couldn't remember it. I'd hate to think that the family is right and she really is a bit of a nut, but sometimes she says some pretty bizarre things.

"I'm finished." She said sadly. "Gimme the pills." I handed her the bright pink looking pill and watched her swallow it. My mother wouldn't pretend to take it, as much as she hated what the medicine did to her, she didn't want to chance someone coming to take me away with them.

"Alright. I'm off to school." I kissed her on the head, feeling more like the parent then the child. "I'll be home around five." She smiled at me, a warm smile and a genuine smile before standing to clean up the kitchen. I watched her for a second before leaving out the front door.

I was at school by about Seven thirty. The walk was about an hour and a half, most of my early morning was spent with my mother. She needs to take the pill early, and I like to see her a little before the medicine dulls her personality. I felt like a ghost walking the halls of the school. The people that were in the halls didn't even glance my way. It was a relief. It was the middle of the school year, in the last school I got thrown out for putting a kid in the hospital after a fight. I don't remember the fight, I must have blacked out, I do that a lot sometimes. I remember feeling like I had to fight the kid. I'd never once met him, and I'd only seen him a couple of times, but I had to fight him. So I found myself throwing the first punch, and after that I don't remember. I walked into the office my bag slung over my shoulder, the lady behind the counter assessed me, probably placing me as a punk because of my messy blonde hair, my huge shirt, and my baggy pants. Instead of the scowl I expected she smiled at me.

"Well who do we have here?" her bright smile threw me off.

"uh.. Chris Rachol. I just transferred." At my answer the woman looked confused, more confused than I felt.

"Oh.." She looked lost for a second before smiling again. "The principle's office is down the hall and to the left." I gave her a confused look before walking away. That was weird.. I knocked politely at the principals door, I hated this part. They would ask me a ton of questions and accuse me of a punk and then blame it on my mother's mental condition or some shit before sending me on my way telling me that they will be watching.