Am I the only sane person in this world? I mean, I just don't get how everyone in my life is crazy. My parents? Crazy. My classmates? Crazy. My teachers? Crazy!

At some point in my middle school years I truly came to this realization. I paced around the turbulent living room, dodging stray picture frames and averting my eyes from my parents fight while increasing the volume in my headphones.

Why didn't I leave the living room? Well- technically the couch there was my bed and with all the shattered glass above the furniture it was better for me to be stood up ready to dodge.

At some point the fighting died down as father stormed off into the only other room to sleep, my mother glared at my pale grey eyes and black hair- the only features that showed my fathers parentage- and scowled.

"You already have a little girly face- why did you have to take his hideous icy eyes? Tell that idiot of a father that I'm not coming back"

She walked out on us that day, my beautiful mother went off to one of her boyfriend's houses and never came back.

Good for her, she was too good for my dad. But, why couldn't she take me with her from this place?

Parents that abandon their children are just the worst type of people.